The End of Why

How to find the spark of passion
Some say anger and aggression
Desire for another vision
Surface sparks to fly
A pound of flesh, is the lesson
No matter for your confession
It’s all about re-connecting
Strings that never die
Whenever you think you’re done
Feel the knife, hear the gun
After burned, in the sun
Never again, will ask why
Some say you’re born with the bluest blood
Having survived, after a flood
After awhile, all you see is mud
Every truth has become a lie
Doesn’t matter how many times you flip
Never get much more, than a sip
Call it just, another random trip
All you can do is sigh
Whenever you think you’re done
Feel the knife, hear the gun
After burned, in the sun
Never again, will ask why
Look into the eyes of any soul
A spark that’s waiting for the right time to flow
See the fire, a golden glow
Mostly seek to hide
Let it burn, see the smoke
From the flames, that you sew
All your pain, that you know
Getting done with the chosen ride
Whenever you think you’re done
Feel the knife, hear the gun
After burned, in the sun
Never again, will ask why
Start again, what do you see
No more masks, a barren sea
Whether you’re, an elephant or flea
All your energy inside
Let it roar, howl at the moon
Beat the drum, sing with the loon
No matter trying, over too soon
All the hi’s and goodbyes
Whenever you think you’re done
Feel the knife, hear the gun
After burned, in the sun
Never again, will ask why