I wonder why

Its easy to carry out life
stuck in the same position
Standing still and looking at the horizon
The unclassified boundaries
The vista that is overwhelmed when
the morning rays by passes
and sun is over turned
the crystal clear sky
suddenly starts turning red
and forbidden line of darkness
again occupies the workspace
Turning every objects black
and in the twilight only there is hope

There is incompetency and lack of strength
Those arms are weak to push to and fro
The ongoing life as it appears
Moving every objects but not old pain
Hyms that is provoked and taught
Preached every level of thoughts
Occupied every space and judgement is done
Confusion at every steps with no steering to turn

I wonder why
This boundary was made
Every stages of delusion
for orginality to fade
Sick of life, breath and death
Sick of god that was made
Those bridges, those walls and those gaps
those impunity deeds of foolish man
I wonder this life meant
the meaning, the purpose
I wonder why I wonder why.....