Why,or Why Not?

To get my happiness I had done everything
But had done nothing to be blamed and accused of
The sound of footsteps became louder every day
Then I noticed the fact there was no time

I was a believer in life to be myself always
And was asking whether I would be alive

Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way
Or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins
Tell me why, or why not complaining way too much
Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me

The whole world was at a complete standstill
And I was in fetters, at the mercy of the mob
The silent warning became louder every day
Then I kept pretending not to hear

Its meaning had been in the eyes of beholder all along
It had grown dark before I found a sign

“Among the nonsense tragedies, what on earth you are looking for?
You only have to be honest to yourself and your own fate”
Tell me why, or why not complaining way too much
Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me

There is nobody who knows there will be nobody
Except for me, all the world has gone mad

So what is forgiveness you are willing to withhold?
What is the well-being you are willing to make?
Now what? So what? Don’t you come interrupt me, oh please
While I am interrupting myself