Poezja

I always search my thoughts
Don’t speak beyond my knowledge
To find out my ultimate goal.
But why can’t I ?
Why I weep and walk
Through endless ways of thoughts ?
 
Why can’t I ?
Read my heart more accurately
Than anybody else encompassed me.
Am I a senseless or sightless sot ?
 
Why I’ve to pass ?
Intolerable inescapable night
That has no day .
Is it the reward of my uncontrollable faults
Or lack of patience ?
 
Why I always become influenced by others ?
And change my goal every now and then.
Why it happens to me again and again ?
Why I’m different from others ?
Why can't I be pleased with the things
That pleases others ?
 
Why I’m always obsessed
In a deep contemplative world ?
Why ? Why ? Why ?