Where's the why?

Look at you.

There's nothing there.

No hope.

No purpose.

You are nothing without your purpose.

Why do you do the things you do?

You have no reason.

You just do it.

Does anyone see you?

How could they?

You're cloaked in eternal bewilderment.

Bewilderment as to what makes you run.

Run away.

Being visible is easy.

What's the point in that?

Why should you be seen?

To truly see you must know the why.

To truly be you must have a why.

You have none.

There is no reason for you.

You simply exist.

A waste.

So much could be garnered.

There's no why, there's no way, there's no how.

And there you are, you have the nerve to ask "Why?"