Why I do What I do

Obvious questions wonder in the heartland
Dejected by the brain they haunt you
Some remain while others vanish
Why I do what I do remains.

Reasons turn into emotions
Emotions tumble into feelings
Feelings escalate into wishes
Wishes resonate in hinterland
They slow down soon.

How beautiful this silence is…
How extreme this feeling might be
How wishful this life can be
How rich this journey will be

Can we just flow sometimes?
Unscathed and untouched
Can we just live sometimes?
Undone and unfinished
Can we just forget everything?
Unfathomable and unavoidable
Can we just be?

Why the purpose?
Why the past?
Why not the present?
Why the future?
Why the question?

Films of ambition
Features of aspiration
Figures of asphyxiation
All…figments of my imagination

Fascinated with existence
Tinkering like a child
Thoughts to feed on…
This life was never mine