Philosophical

To ask why 
 
Ah, the futility of why. 
So easy and mindless to utter. 
So difficult to answer, 
explain 
understand. 
 
Why – a multitude of endless reasons. 
Permutations of possibilities. 
Hardly ever just one 
single 
factor. 
 
One small yet vast word – why? 
Confusion reigns and escalates! 
To ask it is to cast blame; 
usually 
elsewhere. 
 
Why is often very painful. 
We dig deep within ourselves. 
Seldom to own up, 
admit, 
acknowledge 
 
To pick one logical reason, 
disowns a multitude of others. 
Possibilities left 
unresolved 
festering. 
 
Lanie – April 2007