I was here yesterday, or was I? Is this me, or not at all, why bother?
I am here now and happy I am.. So what happened when, why bother?
Today I live, yesterday I had died. Who gave me life, why bother?
I think I had this moment before; With whom and when, why bother?
It’s blue today. Yesterday, it was black, but why bother?
The surface is neat, I walk on it. What’s beneath, why bother?
I have two feet and two more by my side, what more I need, why bother?
Is this choice I make out of discretion, I know not; but why bother?
Is my heart thinking for my mind like it was yesterday, why bother?
I am sane, happy, contented.. all from the outside; inside of me.. why bother?
I can feel a hand holding me, crushing it or is it, why bother?
I owe a lot to whom, when, why and how; why bother?
I treaded on the other path, is it the one I should be on now, why bother?
This seems different from what I need or want, but why bother?
I picked the wrong arrow from the quiver, or did I, why bother?
Why bother? Why bother, when I am happy or something like it..
When I am living a life or something like it..
When there is that friend or someone like one..
Is it all true? Am I true? Is this a sham? Am I a… Why bother?
I am here now and happy I am.. So what happened when, why bother?
Today I live, yesterday I had died. Who gave me life, why bother?
I think I had this moment before; With whom and when, why bother?
It’s blue today. Yesterday, it was black, but why bother?
The surface is neat, I walk on it. What’s beneath, why bother?
I have two feet and two more by my side, what more I need, why bother?
Is this choice I make out of discretion, I know not; but why bother?
Is my heart thinking for my mind like it was yesterday, why bother?
I am sane, happy, contented.. all from the outside; inside of me.. why bother?
I can feel a hand holding me, crushing it or is it, why bother?
I owe a lot to whom, when, why and how; why bother?
I treaded on the other path, is it the one I should be on now, why bother?
This seems different from what I need or want, but why bother?
I picked the wrong arrow from the quiver, or did I, why bother?
Why bother? Why bother, when I am happy or something like it..
When I am living a life or something like it..
When there is that friend or someone like one..
Is it all true? Am I true? Is this a sham? Am I a… Why bother?
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Should I comment? Why bother? :p
Just kidding.
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