that would my first question, if I am ever given a chance.
Permit me, I’m neither angry nor happy, only honest
And honesty is not some delicious meal I miss
Or home that I return to like a lover- an old lover
I can imagine that my stomach will be churning into a mess
Or would it? The verses speak of love,so maybe no
Maybe I’ll just like a questioning toddler, whose Father understands
Whose Mother smiles and kisses at every chance.. ask
I’ll just like a questioning toddler ask with sweetness
What am I talking about? I’m serious
I’m no toddler, I’m no child
When I’ll ask why, I’ll ask with the seriousness of a Lawyer that’s been
bent, torn, weathered by books
Wearied by courts. I’ll ask God, why?
Why did you ever think life was a good idea?
Why did you ever think this could be endured? Why did you think I’d like to live with my dreams?
To stare at the desires that leave me restless?
Why did I have to witness cruelty that I can’t stop?
Brokeness that I can’t mend?
If this wasn’t your idea,let me meet the man in charge then?
Who wrote this blueprint?
I’m nether angry nor happy Father, just honest