Why

Sometimes when I sit and stay
And no wanderlust comes fourth my way

I read a line of poetry or two
I confirm my worldly suspicion’s are true

I feel the heart’s of other’s match mine
I feel them clench and twist
And realize this hurt has lasted through time

For I am not the only one who knows the cold, cold, world
Who feels the sadness and quarrel

For time is time and hurt is hurt

We all want something whole with worth

But here I sit I stay I cry
I look out at the world and ask "why why why"