Ironically adept.

Prelude: I'm not much of a poet so If my writing is deplorable in your opinion I apologize.

The funny thing about life is that it's amophous. You're born, you live, you die.                  

But Why?

Is it just arbitrary? Or was it preconceived?

Is there a point or is it all for naught? Futile and senseless.

Why do you get up and do what you do? Why does anybody?

Are we all just sheep following the herd, never asking why we do these things?

Why do you get up in the morning? Why do you try so hard? Why, Why, Why, Why, Why, Why?

Why are we here? Why does it matter? Why do I care? Why?! Every 'Why' Is met with yet another 'Why'.

The sun rises, the sun sets, a man is born, a man dies, the world keeps turning and life goes on, but can will any man ever know, why?

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