Life can't be perfect
yet we long to pursue
even if we get hurt
we try to make it through
why are we consistent
when we must give all we can give
why do we carry on
is this how we choose to live?
pain and suffering
caress our soul
life comes to us in pieces
but strikes us like a whole
i don't see why we do this
put ourselves on the line
we could stop and leave this life
and yet we don't consign
dreams, hopes, and wishes
slowly pass us by
not who, what or where
i just wonder why
