Why be scared and paranoid about possible tragedies concerning the future and dwell on the past, being irrelevant to the present

Why be terrified when we scrounge for everything we don’t have but are blind for it is right in front of us

Why be petrified as we obliviously thrash around in gluttony and loathing hatred for each other

Why be mortified as we blindly watch those who so humbly sacrifice their humanity just to watch it go to waste

Why be horrified when we attach ourselves to countless worlds and utopias, then collapse into a cycling rotation of agony

Why be satisfied with hypocritically begging for mercy and redemption, weeping,on our hands and knees 

Why be contempt with the vulnerability to age timelessly and then yearning to go back in time  –poof-just like that

Why be triumphant as death lingers above the pure and golden, watching them morph into a miserable heartless being

Why be frightened to look in the face of death itself,

When you should fear the face smiling back in ur reflection