It’s always very, very, ANNOYING, to wait for the whys of life…
Waiting on the whys of life, I’d had to, since the beginning of time, and, look how many whys had been answered? None! Waiting on the whys of life, but why? Why, must we wait, for the reasons that we don’t even know to be valid, to make themselves make sense to us? Plus, isn’t something that makes sense very subjective? So, why the hell should something that may or may not make sense to you be something that I’m waiting on?
Waiting on the whys of life, I’m sick AND tired of it! I don’t want to wait anymore! But, I can’t be, done with waiting, can I? Of course not, because there’s always going to be a part of me that needed to know the reasons behind things that happened.
Waiting on the whys of life, I wish I could say that I’m totally done, but I can’t, because I’m never done, waiting, for the reasons of my own life. Waiting on the whys of life, is it, even possible, for me, to find a VALID and sensible enough reason, to convince myself, why something happened? I think not!
