Why cant I try not to wonder why?
Why cant I be the beeing I wanna be?
Why cant I fly as high as the sky?
Why cant I lie?

Because my mind never stops minding
Because I am what I am- eventhough
Because the sky is too high
Because I do not accept a lie

The reasons I find are empty
The quarrels I enforce are useless
The fights I challenge I love
The fantasy I have I fear

Emptyness is an ocean without life
Uselessness is a painful death
Love an aspiration for everyone
Fear a common feature in all

Yet- without love one feels empty
Fear could and should be useless- for ALL

Why cant I try to trust?
Why do I feel a must?
Why cant he love me?
Why do I need to feel free?