Why?
Why do we wonder about the reason for a task?
Why do we feel like we should hide behind masks?
Why do we think about things like emotions and facts?
Why did we use to put ourselves above others, just because of our class?
Why do we feel sorrow at certain things like lost?
Why do we separate order with chaos?
Why do we feel the need to argue with each other?
Why can't we get along as well as a sister or brother?
Why do we judge others based on how they look?
Why do some of us feel that others look like crooks?
Why must we learn certain things that might not help us later in life?
Why must we feel the need to wrestle with our demons at Night?
Why do we ask ourselves "why" in the first place?
I don't know the answer, but maybe the answer will come from another face.
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