An Anathema...?

Why is it that we have to leave behind the ones we love?
Why is it that we can not hold the moments...
the moments that bring smile in our life?

Why is it that we have to grow...
grow and become complex...
greedy... smug...?

Why is it that the innocence looses its grip...
looses the soul...
the very essence lost...?

Why is it always two sides of a coin...
why is it not the side that we want...?
why the hell then I get to see so many sides...

Why is it that people care...
why is it that people only do not care...

Why is it so much misery...
why is it that filthy rich are lost in their wineries...

Why is it that my heart bleeds...
why is it always so, when someone cries or pleads...
why?

Why is it that makes us wonder...
why is it that makes us question...
why?

Why is it the way that it is...
why is it not the way that it is...?

Why is it us...
why is it not us...
why?

Why is it that we have answers for intricate issues...
why is it then a simple why is itself a detrimental dilemma...
Why is it that why is sometimes such an anathema?