Why?

Once more it comes

again, again

this prison born from minds.

Made of nothing

Holding everything

It’s wall are formed

from symbols,

equations,

languages

no tongue will ever speak

I sit in my prison

And I wonder

At its cruel beauty.

Confining

Damning space.

Too much room to think

And not enough to act.

And so I sit

And think

And wonder

Why does no one act

Can only I see pain?

Why will no one help?

Somebody,

Anybody.

Anybody but me

For what can I do?

I am one

In a world of many

Alone I am nothing

So I sit

And I wonder

And the world wonders with me.

And no one acts,

Buts all sit alone and ask

Why?