Why Do We...?

   Why Do we...?

      Why do we believe
      That things can be proven
      even though everything
      and nothing is a Theory

      Why do we say
      We are drawn
      Nothing but water and earth
      No soul of any kind

      Why do we sit
      Thinking of the unknown
      When everything
      Is truly unknown

      Why do we see
      The unbelievable facts
      When we don't look
      At the unseen truths

      Why do we cry
      For the dead
      When all they are
      Is the dirt in the ground

      Why do we sleep
      At night
      When the moon is out
      Or the life is stopped

      Why do we shiver
      In the winter
      When snow flakes fall
      To fill our wholes

      Why do we sweat
      In the summer
      When the sun rises
      To warm our souls

      Why do we Laugh
      At something
      When it is truly nothing
      Though Its funny

      Why do we smile
      at others
      When they fall
      When they hurt

      Why do we frown
      For the forgotten
      the later days
      those that annoy

      Why do we do anything
      When we stare
      When we think
      when we sit and do nothing?