Stop Asking

Why am I dying when my heart still beats
Where am I going if my life doesnt stop
The plant doesnt cry when its torn to pieces
Our ego does cry when its tome to die
I feel the pain, I feel the fear
To be pulled apart
Why do I feel this now, it wasnt this I's time to die.
We had the whole world plotted out from this mans name.
But is it time to say goodbye?
And how many years before we awake again to find another reason?
Would I really die before I find it again,
Could I find so many small answers I die without ever making something..