As far back as I can remember, I have always had an insatiable curiosity. I wanted to know everything about everything... science, history, philosophy, theology, teleology... my poor Mom! As I've grown older, that really hasn't changed, but occasionally my questions take a dark turn...
I feel the pain and wonder why
I sit in silence and alone
The question comes: why, God? Why?
Others get all I want
Enviously I wonder why
I may act nonchalant
But I'm still asking why
Deeply troubled in mind and soul
With a heavy heart and audible sigh
I ask the question above them all:
Why must I always ask why?!
