why

i too asked the lord, of flesh, or ephemeral or spite, or holiness do i care? when i am hard pressed to find meaning in this bizarre world? trite, cliche, used to often and my motions are like yours, trying to inject something novel it is banal. can't you tell? of course you can and the words do not justice when did ever? it was all lies like you and me pretending to be something. what is idealism, hoped for dashed, grounded. could it be any different you ask? when the other looks green like an ala carte menu i wish i could pick and choose looks like you already did. feels real, must be real because the emotions are intact i beg to differ when i am crying, you care not why? indeed. why bother, when a world is now your utopia, you can pretend i do not exist, pretend i have it good, because you can and you the victim, makes you feel good doesn't it? self sacrificing when all you did was take. i too like that dream but it is not mine to take, what envy you now say! i guess i have to agree with your logic when why is not important because you can never be wrong. even when wrong, you look good exactly what you wanted.