Why?

Why is life's thirst a mirage?

Why is reality an unrecognized winter of drought?

Why is the situation a pure smile of indifference

and the curse of existence?

Why is the salt sweet

and the sugar salty to itself?

Some questions I cannot answer,

some skies I could never buy a home in their towers.

Some dreams are forever blown away

on bits of soil and grains of sand.

An uncertain journey will be the final moment,

and the answer to all "why"s

will forever remain a tenant

in the house of "why."