When do we ever deserve,

What we have?

When do we find something,

Something good, and wonderful?

Just by stumbling upon it?

How often do we corrupt this thing?

Just by questioning…

Questioning what we had done to deserve this thing,

How often do we lose it?

Just by questioning its existence?

Destroying our hope,

Our dreams,

Our lives,

What do we do then?

What can we do?

When we know that there is nothing,

Nothing at all that we can do,

We wonder,

We cry,

We don’t deserve.