Confused Poem by Bancroft Boreland

There is only one road
But I don’t know the way
So many letters
Yet no words to say
Why am I here
Why am I filled with fear?
Why does my heart beat?
Why do I have to go to sleep?
But there is no use asking
When every question needs an answer
But every answer leads to a question
If love is dormant and happiness is extinct
Then does life mean anything?
Why do we live and why do we die?
Why do I ask why?
Do we die to live?
Or do we live to die?
We all wonder
But does anyone know?