Forrest Floors Create Open Doors with Fungi Spores and Messy pores. I look at my hands and wonder why, why does the human cry, Through pain and suffering, through affliction and death, through happiness and wealth. Why, Why, Why does a human cry. Why have Tears ducts why not a Nuclear Flux, why have a weakness when trying to show meekness. Why have a Temper when you could do better, Why have eyes to see the ones who die why have eyes to see the ones who cry. Why, why, why Delilah
