And yet everything happens for a reason.

Knowingly we do so much...things that are better left alone.So much of life is wasted on the trivial.

Things,beings....judged..unjudged,things that seem so mundane...done...undone.

Confusion where clarity could so easily have prevailed.We keep collecting trivia,knowing it is of no consequence, really.

My mind asks me to talk to you, but my soul cannot accept.My eyes refuse to look up and into.

I am not sorry, just puzzled.Why do i even bother.

And yet everything happens for a reason.