Why do we live?
Why do we do the things we do
From day to day?
Is there a reason why we're
happy as a cheerful rainbow, lighting up the sky?
sad as a lone leaf, trembling in the wind?
angry as the hurricane, crashing through?

The sense says,
There is a reason
But why do you want to find it?
What will the consiquences be
Once you know exactly why you are doing something?
Will you not do it
Just to see what will happen -then-?
Will you leave the event hanging there,
suspended in empty space,
knowing it should be done, but left to
mourn its pointless existence?
No, for everything has a reason
But why would you want to know what it is?