Why?

Why aren't I in love? Why don't I unearth my heart? Why don't I climb in of me? Why don't I drink? Why don't I smoke? Why don't I sing and dance? Why don't i lose my shadow? Why do I look at the sky? Why don't I look at the cloud; the wind that moves it? Why don't I punch? Why don't I spray? Why don't i wait and write? Why don't I wake up? Why don't I wake up? Why don't I wake up? Why don't I laugh loud? Why don't I travel inside? Why don't I love? Why don't I shoot? Why don't I be human? Why aren't I in love?
Smokes rises, outside in flooding thoughts, full of scars and wounds. Imaginations stringed too close, stars that look at us have died long back. I am still here, asking why aren't I in love?
I was,
I am,
I will always be.