When something doesn’t work, I sometimes find,
I long to know the reasons why.
I spend my time wondering would it have worked out —
if I’d have done things differently?
I could change, I could rearrange what I say next time.
But sometimes things blow in the wind.
Aren’t meant to be examined.
Should…I could…If I would.
I might…maybe…If I understood.
Stop asking why.
It’s just a reason to stay up and cry.
You need time — that’s fine. but stop asking why.
“Why” is to want something — to hold and never forget.
To let go is to accept and to accept is to not regret.
I always thought I had to know why.
Always needed closure to say goodbye.
But sometimes things just happen
and to ask why would be like asking the point of a grain of sand.
A bigger purpose not meant to be closely examined.