why?

I should be better

but I’m not,

I should try harder

but I don’t;

why?

the sun should shine everyday

but it doesn’t,

children should not starve to death

but they do;

why?

we are imperfection

in an imperfect world,

where lies are told

in the name of truth

as innocents are led to slaughter

in the name of love;

we are just a beginning

on a journey of broken ends,

fantasies,

more fantastic than the illusion

in which they exist;

why?

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