How Can It Be So?
How can I be both blessed and cursed
With this pressing need to express myself?
Do others take the time to to look about
Questioning the imponderable ‘Why or How’
Of simple things and complex things
And things for which there is no reasonable
Excuse for them to be?
It worries me that I forever question
What so many others take for granted.
I fixate on the curious nature
Of probabilities, or the ‘why and wherefore’
Of how the world unfolds as it does.
Should I not close my eyes to these distractions,
Get on with life and living?
Is that not enough and
Why should I be seeking more?
I derive such pleasure in chasing down
The motives of nature’s endless schemes.
It is all a game and I want to know
How can it be so?