I don't know

I don't know why we're here. I don't know why we yawn. Why we fall in love. Why we cry when we're happy, and sad. I don't know why things fall apart. I don't know why we can't just say what's really on our mind. I don't know why we live in a society that values money and status above goodness and kindness. I don't know who I'll be when I grow up. I don't know if I'll ever get married or have children. I don't know if that Supermodel is really happy or if she goes into a bathroom in Fiji and cries on the tiles about her pitiful life. I don't know anything and most days I file into the world and do my earthly duties and well, that can't be all there is.