LIFE'S TOO MANY QUESTIONS

we build walls for warmth but still buy quilts to cover ourselves we buy pills to lull us to sleep but burn the midnight oil searching for a reason to sleep we shop for food and drink then sit up all night, unable to eat we write truckloads of books yet we tarry in the world of folly our knowledge unable to help in the deeper meaning of life we throng the dusty roads to the doctor looking for the remedy to our pains but does he know better? " you need to take more water" he says yet you live by a fresh water spring "eat more fruits" orchard owner is told should we pray for more rain or should we build dams?