Wondering

There are things I don't know about
The things I wonder everyday.
Those things I wonder
The things I'll ask you today
Where do we go after death?
When am I'm going to take my last breath?
Why would Jesus die for me?
And why can't we ever be free?
Why don't people see me,
for who I am?
Whether they are stranger or friend.
If I want to be alone,
why do I wish to be in a group?
If Iwant to be surrounded,
why drift away and rebuke?
Against people who are my so called friend,
but will they be there in the end?
Why do I feel cold inside?
But do I want someone to be by my side?
Do I want to be warm from dusk till dawn,
Through any and every storm?
Why do I hate so much?
How come I don't want to be touched?
What happened to my faith in God?
Why am I going on and on like some kind of sob?
Why do I think the Bible is full of lies?
To comfort those who don't want to die.
So that they can live life and just get by.
Why do we have to go somewhere after death?
Can't we just lie down and be at rest?
Why do I fill as if I'm searching for something?
Waiting for someone?
Racing toward something or whatever.
That I am insolent just one of the countless feathers?
These are the things I wonder everyday.
These things I wonder.
The things I'm asking you today.