The Music Haunts

The question of why haunts me in the night,
It haunts me over the tones of music playing in the background.
What meaning brought me to this place?

And yet for some reason I don’t care,
The meaning is meaningless to me,
I never thought of it,
Not until the music asked me that haunting question late at night.

For some reason such thoughts echo vibrantly over my own,
They want meaning and they make me nervous to find it.
But I don’t need it,
I never have,
So then why do their odd tones make me wonder?
Why have I never cared what the answer is,
When so many others do?