Poem Why?

Why do we do what we do even when it won't be remembered?
Why do we work hard when it will be gone in a blink of an eye?
Why do we like to be with others when we can be alone?
Why do we need to hear the world when it is so loud?
Why do we ask when we know it will be rejected?
Why do we try when it won't be remembered?
Why do we love when we will lose her?
Why do we laugh when you can cry?
Why do we feel when it hurts so much?
Why?

Thank you ;/

-Darkchaosknight