Why move forward to touch the sky?
Can good be good, if bad isn’t bad?
What leads one to become mad?
Down the rabbit hole and through the suck.
Must one always travel through the muck.
Red,blue,black and white.
When the sun goes down why is it night?
Pain and pleasure always mixed.
Is the dying junking not entitled to his fix?
Left for dead, his loved ones gone.
He thinks where he went wrong.
Whom is to say if he failed?
Life is such a tough sale.
Coursing through the hate and love.
He prays for a better life above.