Why me Wamathai

Why me, is it because

I’m neither hot or cold or is it because

I’m neither a saint nor a robber.

Then tell me,

Why me?

Is it because I did all you asked?

Is it because I too had my ambitions,

Or is it because I betrayed you?

Then tell me,

Why does it have to be always me?

And not another soul

For my soul has had enough

Of your torment and seeks Rest

For even my conscience is betraying me

Killing me slowly and yet you haven’t answered me.