why

Why is it we tire even when were nowhere near the wire, and we cant see ourselvs? Why is it we cringe at the thought of the beginning of the edge of anything? Why is it we belong to everything and nothing , but yet here we are on the binge , the edge of everything? Why is it were lost , never found even by our lovers , not really anyhow? Why is it we tear up and cry , even when joy is found not just when we die? Why oh why is it we cry not just at the end? why ? ? why?? 
its like asking why blood never dies , why we live apart or together even in the heart , why its like asking why nothing can be forever. why nothing can last or be total of anything. even love ends sometime , even love doesnt last forever even it has an ending in time, even it cant bind.  
all is lost not can be found wondering in when you are around. life a secret that none of know , it ticks on faster and then so slow , hating and loving are all taht we are , we try to be better than better can be , but even that aint meant to be . lost is as lost does as lost is . noda can be anything and nothing to me. hate and greed are here and not dispear , hate and greed and love can be found , but not lost all the time. its in this war that we find ourselvs this time, away this time we find sometimes a better day or sometimes an eternal war deep inside, waging waiting just to find.