Why Are Question

when silence becomes to loud for you and loneliness becomes crowd for you there will be a fine line of clouds on the sky, there will be a line that will divide the flowers from the thorns when light will be too dark for you and sun will be just a spark for you then that will be the time the world will call you crazy it will all be madness or sanity will look hazy remember, or forget I've never found difference between them so will you or you will not it confusing so is life? isn't it? or is it? Why is everything a question? or are they really question? why are answers you might think why are answers isn't grammatically right my grammar must be wrong its not, that is my question "Why are answer" I'm way above the clouds, reaching for the sky, where no one has ever been have they ever seen? what is the shape of the sky? what is the shape shape? why is there always a question? a question for me a question for all of you! "Why are Question"