WHY

Why in the world are we here?
Why is there so much to fear?
What causes the laughter,
The death and the hereafter?

What causes all the crying?
Why do we need to be flying?
If we are born to be dying,
What is the point in trying?

What could be the point of life?
There is always so much strife.
Some drop dead in their prime,
Just a drop in the ocean of time.

Why should we even exist at all,
When we all are bound to fall?
Though life may be a mystery,
It makes no difference to a tree.

Why should we even want to exist,
When gone, we are hardly missed?
We have no value, whatsoever
Unless we can exist forever.

Life is full of pain and tension.
It is beyond our comprehension.
We must live, and then must die.
All we can do is wonder why.