Just why?
Why?
I mean…
Isn’t that the question?
The one everyone asks?
Why is the sky blue?
Why do I feel so alone?
I mean just…. why?
Why does the sun shine?
Why did Daddy have to leave?
So many asking, so little answers
Why do rivers flow?
Why did Jenny have to die?
The question I have, it isn’t a why
My question is
When will it be my turn to shine?
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