Asking All the Right Questions

Rain travels upward

   In the lower levels of eternity,

     Wanderlusting through field

After field,

         Never asking why,

Only to find the answer

     To our question

Is exactly why.

At the mountains of

   Stark raving madness

     The gods drink scotch

Looking at the stars,

         Wondering if there's

Someone up there, listening

     To their prayers,

This is exactly why.

Exactly why our eyes

   Can't keep away from the

     Skyward shadows;

Can't keep wondering what's

         Living beneath our feet.

Can't stop ourselves from

     Asking all the wrong

Questions as to why.

Why do stars cry out at

   Midnight? Why do dogs

    Bark through shocked

Collars. You're goddamn right

         Why:

Because someone up there

     Is asking

All the wrong questions.

Wondering where the next

   Step will take us

     Feeling like there's nowhere

To go but

         Everywhere.

Everywhere at once,

     Only stopping to ask.

Why?