i too asked the lord,

of flesh, or ephemeral

or spite, or holiness

do i care?

when i am hard pressed to find

meaning in this bizarre world?

trite, cliche, used to often

and my motions are like yours,

trying to inject something novel

it is banal.

can’t you tell?

of course you can

and the words do not justice

when did ever?

it was all lies

like you and me

pretending to be something.

what is idealism, hoped for

dashed, grounded.

could it be any different

you ask?

when the other looks green

like an ala carte menu

i wish i could pick and choose

looks like you already did.

feels real, must be real

because the emotions are intact

i beg to differ

when i am crying,

you care not

why?

indeed.

why bother,

when a world is now your utopia,

you can pretend i do not exist,

pretend i have it good,

because you can

and you the victim,

makes you feel good doesn’t it?

self sacrificing

when all you did was take.

i too like that dream

but it is not mine to take,

what envy you now say!

i guess i have to agree

with your logic

when why

is not important

because you can never be wrong.

even when wrong,

you look good

exactly what you wanted.