Why (3) Poem by Phil Soar

Why climb a mountain when there are hills instead?
Why run a mile when you could walk instead?
Why glimpse the moon when it’s a quarter full?
Why paint it black and make the outlook dull?
Why justify your actions for your sake?
Why do it wrong and not learn from the mistake?
Why take a truth and lie about its source?
Why steal something and not show some remorse?
Why make believe you’re happy, when you’re blue?
Why aim for the top, and then not see it through?
Why complicate your life and not address?
Why not resolve what hurts your happiness?
Why simply strive perfection and then fail?
Why hate the job you do, and become stale?
Why lead a troubled life and not be strong?
Why suffer and keep quiet all along?
Why would you not seek help and put it right?
Why take a road that has no end in sight?
Why give yourself no hope and then give in?
When the one you trust the most lies deep within