Why?

The Thread of Life
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–94)

THE IRRESPONSIVE silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:—
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
What heart shall touch thy heart? what hand?—
And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,
And some times I remember days of old
When fellowship seem’d not so far to seek
And all the world and I seem’d much less cold,
And at the rainbow’s foot lay surely gold,
And hope felt strong and life itself not weak.


Why ?

Why is that everything, seems so tragic sometimes?
Everyone else's voice is trying to consume my thoughts.
I think I'll listen, to me most,
Well, no matter what, I will anyway.
Speak your mind,
That's okay by me.
But, don't try and make my decisions for me.
One day,
We're in the panic stricken mode.
Wrestling around with strained emotions.
Pretending to everyone that we're okay.
But, if these people could see inside your mind,
They'd open their mouths really wide.
Cause, they'd realize that they are the same.
We all do these things, that we can't explain.
And, we second guess, this and, that, and those.
Dwelling on useless things.
But, what good will that ever do?
It's tiresome trying to do things, so pure.
But, it's so easy to cheat and be like the rest.
What you think is best for you, may be right for you.
But, when you get a different perpective on things,
You may think about things from my view.
Jealousy makes a heart beat stronger.
It makes your tears that much warmer.
Meaningless words are spoken by the people we love most.
They feed us, but we bleed sometimes in return.
We can't seem to ingest enough of it.
Even, when there is a little poison thrown in there.
You measure things all wrong, my friend.
You take a little,
And, you ask for a little more.
For these emotions get stronger and stronger.
But, what chance do romances have,
when they are based on jealousy, and other mind twisting elements.
A fate worse than hate.
Strange!
Why aren't things just simple?
Why are things carved out for us so delicately?
Hyper-sensitivity is taking over me.
Won't I ever escape this cave I'm hiding inside.
I want to be free, is that too much ask, for little old me.
I don't think so, do you?!
All I want, is a little of that green pie to get by.
I know, I won't need it when I die.
But, it would still be fun to have some.
This lil' pumpkin is in dire straights.
But, we can still look up at the sky.
This is something priceless, that we don't have to buy.