What How When Where Why

what's all in our minds and what's beyond our control
what other excuses can we find to command a soul
other than our own
and where are all the thoughts i keep
locked inside my head
where do people go when finally they're dead
when can i feel the peace owed to me by GOD
and when do dreams surface...
where we're buried beneath the sod?
how do i exist when i feel i'm not alive
and how can i allow myself to go on
others' selfish, pity rides
why do i speak when i know i'll say it all wrong
and why can't i sing when buried deep i have a song?

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