being human

I think all the time, I have a question to define.
I talk to myself, I wonder what if ‘I’?
What is my purpose, or should I just enjoy?
Why I feel empty and sad, and why I feel good when I am inspired?
Why I find my job boring, why I feel sinful at the time
Why I am jealous to see beauty, why other’s defeat fills me with pride
Why the old things loose value, except my childhood
Why new things have more value, except my knighthood
Why I don’t have what he has? Why am I not happy with her?
Why do I want to love a woman, why I want to fight a man?
Why I feel scared? Why this doubt on myself?
Why I have to drink the poison? Why can’t I fly?
Why wisdom has no money and selfish has it all?
Why don't I get what I want, and why I have to abide?
Why lie is easy and the truth is hard?
Why ego comes in the way to play the part?
Why I am so weak but my dreams don’t die?
Why can’t I live without counting on thy?

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the questions asked by a human to solve this quandary of life