As i sit

I sit here and think

thinking of life beyond these days

thinking of why i was ever born

thinking of those happy days

thinking of when those days i was torn

i sit here and wonder

wondering of friends from near and far

wondering what life really means

wondering if i could get to the age to hang out in the bar

wondering about those friends and them teens

i sit asking why

why must life go on with anger and pain

why we have messed up lives we live on

why people walk in sorrow,alone,cold in the rain

why people would just die forever and be gone

this is me sitting and thinking,wondering,asking why