Why, I Have To? Poem by Yoseph Lupu

Why, I have to get up at seven?
Why, I dream of you, most of the time?
Why, I like to drink coffee at eleven?
Why, I am feeling fine?

Why, is everything on a hush?
Why, is time passing so fast?
Why, they want you pay in cash?
Why, something we do, as a must?

Why, I love you so much?
Why, you talk to me so nice?
Why, I like your touch?
Why, I need your advice?

Why, is 'why ' more interesting than ' what '?
Why, do you think is that?

Why is it, the way we think?
Why is it?
All the way, in everything?