I Don't Know Why

I don't know why we're here. I don't know why we yawn.
Why we fall in love. Why we cry when we're happy, and sad.
I don't know why things fall apart. I don't know why we
can't just say what's really on our mind. I don't know
why we live in a society that values money and status
above goodness and kindness. I don't know who I'll be
when I grow up. I don't know if I'll ever get married,
again. I don't know if that Supermodel is really happy
or if she goes into a bathroom in Fiji and cries on the
tiles about her pitiful life. I don't know anything
and most days I file into the world and do my earthly
duties and well, that can't be all there is.

But if it IS all there is, I guess I better make the
most of it.