Questions without Answers

Why do we enjoy sin? Why do we smile
The moment of redemption, Why make us cry?

Do we have souls? Or we just lie
Humanity is Drowning,
I still wonder why
Is it our sin, or it is just life

Are we free? Can we really decide?
Or we just hamster in a wheel
The decision are unreal
Amusement of, whom we call Divine

Why? Who are we?
We bleed, it proves we are alive?
Or we just a dream in some alien's eyes
There is no way to know the truth before we dies

Yet we argue, we fight ,We search for an answer
Why are we alive?