WHY!

Still alone and I don't know why,
I've stopped seeking answers to come from on high.
I want to move on but no matter how I try,
I end each day asking the question, why?

On a dock by the lake, o'er head the blue sky,
unlike the geese away I'll never fly.
Only wanting to say my final goodbye,
yet I carry on, and just don't know why.

So beaten and torn I can no longer cry,
each new failure met with a familiar sigh.
"This too shall pass," is a horrific lie,
yet still I go on, someone please tell me why?

Some tell me the end of the world draweth nigh,
through waves of regret must the ship of life pligh.
Fate pulls us through with a grin that is sly,
marooning us on the shore, still asking why?