We will find the answer

Living for that moment,
yet letting it slip by.
All the questions answered,
except the hardest one, why.
Never really breathing,
Dying to be understood.
Tomorrow holds a dim light,
of all the could's and would's.
Someone knows the answers,
to the questions we each hold.
But will we ever find them,
and be so very bold.
To say I want to know right now,
why my wife has left.
Why I was the scrawny one,
and never tried my best?
Was it the pride inside me,
welled up so very deep?
Or was it the wounds I have,
that turned me into the black sheep?
I see his mouth about to open,
and I turn and run away.
Because I can not bear the answers,
of all the questions today.

Blondie