Why bother?
There’s a voice deep inside
getting stronger every day.
I cannot deny the message
these urgent words proclaim.
Why bother?
Why seek the truth?
Why speak of what I find?
Why behave as if I risk it all?
When I could easily sit here
fat and smug and silent;
so not to rock your cozy boat,
or upset your preferred versions
of what you think you’ve gained
from all the smoke and mirrors
that got you where you live.
Why bother?
Why in hell not?
Why in blessed heaven not?
It doesn’t look like you or you
will choose this any time soon.
Why bother?
Don’t dare seek.
Don’t dare risk.
Don’t dare discover.
Or if you do,
don’t dare speak
of what you’ve found.
Why bother?
It’s clear that someone must.
If you don’t like what I say,
you’ll know how to find me;
where I’ve been all along;
Here in your collective cross-hairs.
Go ahead, do what you must.
Why have i ever bothered?
Why bother still?
Because the only thing worse
than the truth of life’s travails,
is the barren desert of the lies.
