I sit here looking
at the moonlit sky,
perplexed, bewildered,
just wondering why.
Why the world is
the way it became?
Why everyone here
seems to only seek fame.
All the hopes in our hearts,
all the desires in our dreams,
seemed to be set
only on material things.
The indifference and segregation
that makes humans part,
do nothing but reflect
what's truly in our hearts.
In the depths of our minds
we have so much creativity.
Yet it's cut and destroyed,
with all the outside negativity.
Why can't we shine through
and give a clue,
to what our souls
really want to do.
If it were only that easy
to show who we are,
our good intentions in life,
wouldn't be so far.
I glance at the stars
with a curious mind,
searching for an answer
that I may never find.
Trevor Schulte
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wondering-why-3/
