We carry our load down the road.
What for? Where? Why?
After awhile, our feet simply move on their own.
No direction necessary for places unknown.
No reason necessary to carry
what is placed in our hands and across our backs.
Our only focus now is to stay on track.
We could not look back if we tried.
The load would shift and slide.
Past effort would all be wasted.
We tack on a smile only pasted
from memories of those we pass on our way.
We trudge on day after day.
Still the question lingers, “But, why?”
No religion, nor ideology, nor philosophy given
has truly answered that question. Curiosity riven.
We simply carry our loads.
Then, we die.
So then, why ask “Why”?
annarino writes 