Why

The train making tracks on its track sound pushed by the air through my window
Teasing me, taunting me, calling me out for fun
I'm told the day is late and that I am young
I should retire for tomorrows today to come
My millions of thoughts die out together leaving 'why' as the only one

Why, I ponder debating back and forth the impact of this single word in and out of context
Why must why exist for if it does it surely must need to do, then I sigh
But then murder by the same laws must be as valid or invalid as why
I pause and realize as the original context i avoided comes back before my eyes
I can ask why without taking someone elses life, but by the same law why is suicide

My box in a box in a box covered in paint and filled with things is but a prison
For why do I fill this box with all I can afford to buy?
Is it so bad prior that I cannot cope with having to exist inside?
And even after filling every space am I content with the content my existence provides?
This tomb of possessions is merely an attempt to prove I've been alive

Now I see this space that is my own with only what matters inside it, and everything is white
A purgatory in every sense of the word, what gives us the right to call this a life?
Purgatory is to cleanse sinners, just suffering through this grants us to the afterlife
So suicide would not let me get a ticket for the ride?
Death is an aftermath compared to what we keep inside.

Death is no surprise, even the coldest steel can warm you quickly when you feel it right
If anything the end is the only promise I can keep to you
whether I try or not everything falls apart without a turn of a screw
A broken humanity full of dreams of dreaming that in a dream our dreams come true
And at the back of all our minds we try to stop 'why' from breaking through

Scared to let why in, we all know the answer we will find is garenteed to not be a happy one
The more we ask, the more we begin to know exactly why
You might do already, you might utter it when you've cried
But you need not worry if you don't get it yet, at the end we will all see why
And for now you shall wonder what why is why?