Wonder

As I sit and wonder why we die,
And what dreams really are.
The hope behind the need to fly,
I sit on that faraway star.

The anger in the tiger's eyes,
And the fire in our soul,
Could be the only opening,
Or itself be the hole.

Sight and sound our daily dose,
My eyes are both open and close,
Feel the wind as in your face it blows,
And watch time pass as fast as it goes.

High up above and down below,
The more you go, the less you know,
I wonder why we humans lie,
As I sit and wonder why we die.

                                 - ASK