Why are people so strangely blind?
Why can’t they see the obvious truth?
Why are they looking back and behind
When the Present treats them to youth?
Why do they stick to colourful papers
With some figures imprinted on them?
Why do they put off feelings till later
When the Time has no mercy on them?
Why do people commit all the follies
That are only designed for them?
Why do they nurse misfortunes and worries,
All the troubles they face now and then?
Having ears why do not they hear?
Having eyes why do not people see?
Why do they disregard what is dear
And keep starving for what they don’t need?
Shall the day come when they free their mind,
Start to live in accord with the heart,
And be happy with what they can find
In this life without seeking too hard?
The why of Life
© Copyright: Полина Витлина, 2008
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