I was quite disappointed at my poetic efforts with writing about “To ask why is to live”.
This is a rewritten, and still rather dark version, but I’m happier with it. I really like thie ending passage;
Battlefields and pavements are playgrounds
Middle men and junkies doss like
Why are they, they?
What makes their folly?
Whats the point?
Where’s the sign?
What’s my name?
Why is alive
To ask why is to live
This is the whole thing: