Why?

WHY???

Here is a question we don’t ask enough,

O Cmon now we’ve got to be tough.

Yet it lingers a little too much

Haunting me before I sleep, torturing my daydreams.

I see people going about like they don’t care

Are they the enlightened, or are they just fools?

No, I don’t need this word!!

But what if this is the answer, masquerading as a question

Dividing, uniting in one stupid Juxtaposition

Big bro doesn’t like it, even though he says he does

Metaphysics never interested him much,

There are other questions worth asking

Certainly more productive, probably more tasking.

But it lingers

Asserting itself to form pillars

Obsessed with itself to form this elaborate maze,

It’s beautiful, it’s depressing, he calls it a phase

It’s the only tool I’ve had since the beginning,

In my quest to find meaning.

The maze gathers around me though,

Why do have to do this?

Why does it give me bliss?