Why?

Why did you stare into your pupils, and sigh?

You'll see beyond the mere physical the ask, Why?

Then you'll concave

Slowly your matter will fade

Wasting your sweet time away

Counting the days

Why must you ask about everything, again?

You will see that the answer has not yet changed

There's no point to you

Living is purely untrue

Tugging reality's veil

Already so frail