Why do I do, what I never intend to?
Why do I avoid to, do the thing I was made to?
Why do I act, why don't I feel?
Why do I resist to just sit and think clear?
Why do I behave in way so resistant?
Why don't I touch upon the subjects most distant?
Why do I stray, why do I play?
Why do I keep causing the same disarray?
Why don't I do, whatever I am afraid to?
Why don’t I do exactly what I was made to?
Why do I yell, why don't I just tell?
Why don't I stay, before I dispel.
