What is that sound that comes to me?
What is that sight I cannot see?
Why am I bound to a shaded tree?
Why not I wander lively and free?
What made to reject that’s true?
What made my life so cold and blue?
Why every time I am uncertain?
Why do I feel myself a burden?
Who is that vision I see in dreams?
Why am I following that shadowed beam?
Why do I feel that you are true?
Why do I want nothing else but you?
What makes me feel you care for me?
What is that thing I cannot see?
Why can’t you see what’s in my eyes?
Why everyday my hope dies?
Why didn’t you come and let me win?
Why all my dreams just turned a sin?
O’ the dreams I saw I don’t want to see
I just want to know why me? Why me?
I feel the same most of the times, your poetry is really very good keep it up