Why I am
So many people asking who?
So many people asking how?
So many people asking when?
So few people asking why,
Why people are asking?
Why people are?
Not why we are, but why are we?
Everyone has a who, a when, a how and a where,
Very few have a why, almost none.
Some answer it, with their heads in the clouds,
Others deny the why.
Why is impersonal and unfathomable.
It makes your head spins with possibilities,
Why am I?
Why I am?
The answer is simple,
I am why.
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