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Why do humans drive on parkways and park on driveways

Like the signs are just suggestions and the universe chuckles in the margins

Why do we back up progress with confidence and call it order

When the whole plan is backwards like a moral GPS mid-ride that borders

And what’s the purpose of mopping the floor with a mop refilled in mud

Is that cleansing or just stirring the stain till it learns to flood

Tell me if a bathroom is a battlefield is a bath victory or just laundering

The story of how the mess followed you in first and keeps wandering

Because the thing about questions they don’t stay on the surface they dig

They crawl under polite answers people offer like receipts so big

They find the hidden gears the habits the loopholes the little comforts we defend

With soft voices and hard logic till the loop never ends

Why do we choose misery when the lights are on and happiness sits unbothered

Like it doesn’t know we’re auditioning for suffering and we smother

Is it a comfort zone with teeth warm enough to bite us like home

Even when it’s poison or a throne made of grudges and control we own

Like identity’s been starving in a locked room since childhood so deep

Like someone wrote your limits in invisible ink and called it character to keep

And if power was stolen if the mic was yanked away when you were about to speak

Do we grow up and worship the struggle just to prove we can still bleed on cue each week

Because the thing about questions they don’t stay on the surface they dig

They crawl under polite answers people offer like receipts so big

They find the hidden gears the habits the loopholes the little comforts we defend

With soft voices and hard logic till the loop never ends

They say they want clarity but build it out of doubt they lace the air with maybe

Then act surprised when joy can’t breathe in a room they keep barricading like a baby

How many victories are just distractions that keep them from noticing their life has lost its taste

If they're genius they'd see the loop is self-made they're studying pain to keep it employed in haste

Because the thing about questions they don’t stay on the surface they dig

They crawl under polite answers people offer like receipts so big

They find the hidden gears the habits the loopholes the little comforts we defend

With soft voices and hard logic till the loop never ends