Who Knows? Poem by Pius Didier

Who knows why we exist?
Who knows why we insist?
To be shown why and where,
Why the stars during daytime don't appear,
Where the sun hides when darkness appear…
If we don't make out,
Then gods must be crazy.

Who knows why we smile?
Who knows why we walk a mile?
To be shown why and how,
Why the heart shivers and tear glands blow,
How we get fond of them with devotion and…
If we don't make out,
Then love is easy.

Who knows why we sing?
Who knows why we stand to sing?
To be shown when and which,
When is the best time to warble much,
Which is the best tune to hum and match…
If we don't make out,
Then music is how we feel.

Who knows why the sky is blue?
Who knows why we yearn to be true?
To be shown to whom and whose,
To whom the clouds belongs
Whose direction the heavens and earth faces…
If we don't make out,
Then this ain't our place.

Who knows why we read?
Who knows why we always plead?
To be shown in which and why,
In which shelf are the good books shelved,
Why the pious sentiments takes us so high…
If we don't make out,
Then who are we?