It doesn't quite fit in, does it?

                                                                        *he asked and asked

                                                                        he hoped and hoped
                                                                        it'd snap into place like Tetris*

It isn't wrong

                                                                        *he thought and thought

                                                                        about the life he lived—
                                                                                                             the late-night strolls
                                                                                                             the late-to-bed, early-to-rise work
                                                                                                             the tantrums over foes
                                                                                                             the friends and the acquaintances
                                                                                                             whom he wished would change labels
                                                                        all with peculiar normality*

It had always been there

                                                                        *he could find answers and answers

                                                                        as he searched and searched, whys and hows
                                                                                                             not a rock dropped without gravity
                                                                                                             dust didn't come without wind
                                                                                                             words were not spoken without reason
                                                                                                             gestures weren't made without intentions
                                                                        and it went on forever*

It doesn't feel right, does it?

                                                                        *he asked and asked

                                                                        he hoped and hoped
                                                                        it wouldn't be Sisyphean, mechanical, or anhedonic.*