Why must we fall even when there's none to catch us?
Why?
Is love a blessing or a curse?
Is it truth or lie?
Why must we lose our hearts to their breakers?
To little palms that will ultimately release them aground
Why must we be seekers?
Why do we only feel at peace with another soul around?
Why must we spend sleepless nights contemplating
Who our hearts whole shall mend?
Why not opt for self electro-plating?
So that we own hard metallic hearts to the end?
Why do we embrace vulnerability in the name of being human?
Why is passion such an embraced tumor?