Why am I dreaming?

Knowing I would wake up screaming.

Why am I running?

Knowing I would never be winning

Why am I waiting?

Knowing nobody is coming.

Why am I hoping?

Knowing they all would be shedding.

Why am I arguing?

Knowing nobody would be agreeing.

Why am I sobbing?

Knowing nobody would be comforting.

Why am I trying?

Knowing I’d always be failing.

Why am I talking?

Knowing nobody is listening.

Why am I walking?

Knowing I’d never be reaching.

Why am I breathing?

Knowing nobody is caring.

 

Why Am I???