Why is life so hard?

Why is life so tough?

Why is life so mean
And makes everything rough?
Because it is life.

Why is it so cold?
Why is it so dry?
Why does weather change
And make me wonder why?
Because it is life.

Why are people evil?
Why are people bad?
Why are people unfair
And they make me so sad?
Because it is life.



Why are there battles?
Why are there wars?
Why is there conflicts
That sometimes make me bored?
Because it is life.

Why is there lying?
Why is there hate?
Why is there strife
And our world in this state?
Because it is life.

Why is there death?
Why is there disease?
Why is there poverty
And we are all at ease?
Because it is life.

Why are there questions?
Why are humans stupid?
Why do we make up stories
With fake people like cupid?
Because it is life.

Why are there colors?
Why are there laws?
Why are there people
Who are born with flaws?
Because it is life.

Why is there life?
Why are we alive?
Why do we deserve to breath
And living we strive?
Because it is life.