It's The Whys That Makes Us Suffer Poem by Lenny Camacho

Thinking again about leaving
no control no wings no pardon
there's a road ahead
there's a bridge I need to cross
I'm not a child, I'm not a dog.

The sun is setting over town
there's a glacial breeze in every eye
this lost stare looking for a future
a hidden thought of walking away
booking a flight was never so difficult.

an intentionally broken wing is the best excuse,
however intentional, the pain remains
so, wipe the sweet failure of the face
embrace it, love isn't always perfect
love isn't always the answer either.

It's probably the effect caused by choices
evil or not, it's more a perception
there's probably a better manner of doing
love might be an inequivocal mistake
and the whys stab deeper than any other doubt.