Why? Poem by Biar Alam

I wonder why
I wonder when
I ponder when I'll answer my why
I ponder and think answers to my why
But it seems like my why has no answers
My why is somewhere I'm not
My why is not answering my when or where
I wonder if I'll ever find my why
Will I? ?

'When will I' question storm in
When will I experience affection?
When will I show love?
When will I really know the meaning of affectionate love?
When will I know how to love her, him and me?
I wander wondering in my thoughts
I think and I just never get it
Never seem to grasp it
I just wish I could get a grip tight enough to obtain my why and when
Thoughtful enough to know my why and when
I just wish it was more vivid
More transparent,
I just wish.