Why

Why? I often wonder, why we exist? And why life seems, as if a list? Why do we, feel love and hate? Is it some sick part, in why there’s fate? Why does hate, make you do so wrong? Does it show weakness, or make you strong? Why is love, called the greatest thing? How is it love, if it’s sadness it brings? Why are we here, if only to live and to die? I have so many questions, I just want to know why? Why is that, we were created all equal, when it seems as if though, we were made from a sequel? Why is it that, they say love conquers all, but at some point in time, we lose love to deaths call? Why weren’t we created, without feelings at all, because loves hard to get over, if ever you fall? Why wonder at all, there’s no way to know, why we are here, or where we should go? Why waste time, trying to figure it out, and just go out there and see, what life’s all about. The road may be long, and sometimes it’s rough, though never give up, because deep inside your soul, you are really tough.