why?

I touch the sky
poke the clouds
But I can’t feel god around
Where is the power to help me?
I land on earth’s crust
But all I feel is the dead
Where is life that springs from it?
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I have a photograph of you
and a backup in my mind
yet, you are everywhere to be felt and
nowhere to be seen in my cause,
a true chameleon you are
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I walk the destination-free roads
anticipating a surprise
I chilled with my aimless moments
I possessed your games up to the third base
Where did my strategy implode?
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I, In the penthouse
Hating you from above
like jealousy's own well-taught child
discharging rainbows of anger
purging me
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You’re the Promise land without peace
Weapon of war without ammo
Peace without comfort,
Just the eulogy of barking dogs
Walking along with me,
a funeral procession to exile
To the hills behind the forest
A safe place for me
to meditate on a question ...
why (Elsee)?
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