by Jacinta Hall

Created on: February 17, 2008

I don't know exactly
why we are here,
why we are talking and laughing,
spinning the wheels of time.

I don't know why we are human
or why we act the way we do,
why people use violence as one
uses a stepping stone.

I don't know why we deny our lies
when everyone can see the mold
festering on our bodies.

I don't know why we use words
as a shield,
or as a weapon

I don't know why people cry by themselves
when their tears are forming an
ocean around their bodies.
Drowning them slowly.

I don't know why our lips stay silent
Don't know why happiness is only fleeting,
why people hold it as lightly as they
hold a bubble before it bursts.

I don't know why we form a human chain
of delusions and fantasies,
as if we can all fall like dominoes
into the lap of joy.

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