it seems a precious thing to waste, our power to preach.

and so why not, when you have the voice to do so?

and why not when the words spring forth?
and why not when the reasons realign with the north?
and why not when the prizes aren’t left at home?
and why not when the penchants aren’t for greed?

well, why not ever and forever, always?

excepting where there are no ears.
excepting when there would bring tears.

there is only why.
and why not