Why?.....No question is more dangerous. It's almost never asked intentionally. I've learned it's danger. I have chosen to avoid it. And there it sets at the back of my mind like an glowing ember casting just enough light for me to see the inside of whatever it is that's bothering me at the moment. It's almost always absolutely fruitless to ask...and we ask away. Why....a question to which the answer never comes.....unetherial. We don't have enough mystery in our lives?
Why.....a question that can be asked a thousand times each time preceding the next and all in an orderly fashion....without being politically incorrect. Why is the sky blue?....really. Why are roses red? Why is water cold? Why can't I see the wind? Why do people hate? Why do we hurt? Why did she die? Why do we live? Why am I here? Why am I? Why do we love? Why do I feel like this? Why can't they understand? Why are so many of us blind? Why do we feed ourselves poison?
Why do we accept our early demise? Why is greed allowed to run this country? Why have we yielded to sorcery? Why jealousy? Why prejudice? Why harm? Why rage? Why kill? Why do innocent suffer? Why do predators run free? Why am I here? Why do I stand in the fire? Why don't I step away? Why can't I sleep? Why do we want God out?
Why do we sit idle as the foundation of this great nation is shaken? Why won't we stop the burning away of what is right?........Why are there so many grains of sand?.......Why are we out numbered by the stars?........Why is the ocean so deep?......Why is the sky so high?........Why can't I trust Him?
Why do I write this stuff.......
the lowdown
- Jason
- I was born and raised in California. I got married young and promptly had my first kid. A year later we moved out to the heartland where living was inexpensive and work was plenty. Small town U.S.A. They say that once you've lived here you'll never leave. And if you do leave, you'll always return. Sounds like some fairy tale curse right? It's true. I know because I've tried to leave and there was no escape. And when I did finally escape, I came running back. I have six kids now. Ya, that's what I said. I am their hero... this I find humbling. I'm a musicain. Piano, guitar, percussion....Although I couldn't tell you what key I'm in or what cord I'm playing. I have written many songs that will likely remain unheard. I have a voice but don't really use it much. I've been in many bands and projects. Been on stage most of my life. There's nothing like it. I'm intelligent and cynical. I consider the silver lining blinding and tend to dwell on the worst case scenario. Just being honest.
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