*Why*

Why Why do people pray? Is it to avoid dismay. Why do people cry? Is it pain they deny. These whys I cannot explain, it seems I think of them in vain, but if I were to figure them out, my thoughts I would be without. Why do people scream? Is reality but a dream. Why do people laugh? Laugh they do on my behalf. These whys I cannot explain, it seems I think of them in vain, but if I were to figure them out, My thoughts I would be without. Why do people dress the way they do? These looks and actions I see right through. Why do people try to change? When it is their life they rearrange. These whys I cannot explain, These whys I will never ascertain, These whys I cannot explain, These whys drive me insane.