Why does it make sense

Why does it make sense

by dan ankers

When you wake up and the world is already moving

It is as it was when you were born

You barely form a question

and it passes you by

hidden amid the immediacies of life

But why?

Like a secret told to you while you were at gunpoint

you forget the question, almost

daily

Each person’s great unfinished work

Never realized

into proper articulation

and

then someone tells you a convenient lie

You stumble over that

and

then you die