Why ?

It lies dormant out of sight
in need of attention.
Begging will command
its appearance.
Waiting to pounce at a moments notice,
eagerness is only surpassed by the timing.
Like mold it grows and spreads
feeding on the discarded.
Uncanny the contents of its very being.
Never does it segregate to where it comes from
or to where it goes to.
But when there is one
there are others.

Questions, always questions …