THERE IS NO WHY

pathetic excuse for an excuse.

perhaps we should clean the air.

then, some of us become

our own worst enemy.

friendships on the sly.

doom and gloom are brothers

in battle for supremecy

for their mother's attention.

and guilty as sin on a stick.

in the end, end of all things,

pure brute force, and its

wonderful, so very wonderful.

full dynamics of all this

comes full force and crashes. 

there is no why.

soon as we come to terms

with this, we'll be halfway

to last place we'll ever need be,

becoming part of history.

what place in history remains

to be seen from near and far.

depending on which way and why.

not to be confused with who did

what to who and why.

a completely different irrelevant why.

did this make you cry?

if not, I've failed miserably.