Why do we yearn for things we can not get?
Why do we fear things we should not fret?
Why do we kill things that must not die?
Why do we hurt things that can not cry?
Why do we love things we will never know?
Why do we look op when we are down below?
Why do we say 'Life is short', when it's actually very long?
Why do we claim to be right, when we know we are wrong?
'Why' is the question that remains unsaid, and on which the answer we will never get.