why else survive?

in the afterblog, i wonder why i continue the daily ritual of sharing every little thing in the hope someone cares and someday someone will find me here or there... keeping hope alive... why else survive?...

obviously

sometimes frustrastion leads to foolish games played on one's self (i know, i play myself all the time) and it becomes ridiculous drama that remains unexplained to protect the innocent... alas, as the innocent pull me under...

will all the giving ever result in satisfaction?...

why bother?

i've been caring without thinking forever
it was instinct from the start in this life
and the sensitivity reaches for infinity
and sometimes it can cut just like a knife

but i care anyway and i don't need a reason
because caring is the feeling that i love

even when it hurts because someone takes advantage
even when it hurts because nobody shares
even when it hurts because the whole world turns away
i'm the one who cares, who cares, who cares...

could be pathetic from a certain point of view
could be kind of crazy with a certain kind of smile
could be insane when the whole world lies to you
could be a reason to walk a final mile

but i care anyway and i don't need a reason
because caring is the feeling that i love

even when it hurts...

will you care, will you care
can you tell me why?
will you care, will you care
(how blue is your sky?)
what color is your sky?