Why?

Y?
Why do sky's confuse ur eyes?
Y?
Why does time fool ur body?
Y?
...What is y? and why is what? How many questions do u see? Just like this, life confuses both u and me. Is time and sky truly there or is it all a lie? Is there really life or death? And do we all really die? So many questions and so much confusion, so little answers but still we all stand, concreted to this land. Or are we really floating with invisible strings we can't see? r we controlling ourselves? or are we puppets controlled by a deranged unstable mind, with madness being key? So all day in and out we keep asking ourselves "y?" until we finally ask: "Who and what is this crazy mind? and what does it want me to be?" and then we really ask ourselves..... "does it belong to me?"