Why do I want to live in a world,
That is full of hatred?
That is slowly committing suicide?
Why do I want to live in a country,
That is full of stupidity?
That is full of troubles?
Why do I want to live in a state,
That is hurting itself?
That is full of problems?
Why do I want to act,
In a play full of fun?
In a play that takes my time?
Why do I want to love,
In a time that the world could do without?
During a time that values are messed up?
But if I ask all this,
I have to ask,
Why live life?