And cry for justice?
Why is it that we crave for attention
and shy away when we receive it?
Why is it that we long for love
and take it for granted when it is present?
Why is it that we shed tears for those who are gone
while we made them cry when they were around?
Why is it that we are not satisfied with what we have
and then wonder about the aching emptiness within?
Why is it that we strive so much to make our lives better
and wonder why time passes by so fast?
Why is it that we blame everybody else for all the mistakes
without a thought about what we do?
why is it that we do what we do, think all these thoughts
and disregard it all, the very next minute?