WHY?

by:  Linda Law

Have you ever stopped in the middle of the day
Simply to wonder "where am I...where am I going?"
Once upon a time life was a constant struggle
Everything in my mind seemed to appear like a puzzle

I'm not a real gypsy...but I run from place to place
Always looking, searching, wondering... Why?
Never reached the pinnacle of success, wealth or fame
Yet... to others I came close...never close enough

What is a failure anyway? Have I failed you?
When I look at those around me; people that I love
That is when I know that I did fail...I failed them..
I wonder alot, wonder how I could have done better

Sometimes I believe that everyone I touch with love
Ends up being hurt...damaged...almost like a curse
Perhaps that is why I run so much?  Run from me..
I see the eyes of those I love...and see the heavy pain

Tears are everywhere, they fall like heavy rain
We never know how things will work out....do we?
We dream, we hope....we plan, we try so very hard
Sometimes, when we run...we are looking for own way

To dream that things were different, happy and good
That those we love will understand...or maybe not?
Why?  Why must I keep looking back,
or track a map to where I'll run... Why?