Why Am I Here?

I am sitting on a wet blanket
Where is this blanket from?
Unpleasant as if I am lying in a casket
What am I going to become?

I am sinking in this nasty mud
Who put this mud here?
Restless as if I am a lonely stud
When am I going to disappear?

I am gazing at the gray sky
Who painted the sky dull?
Depressing as if I hear woman’s cry
When am I going to cry like a gull?

I can go on and on and on
But no answer to the question;
Why am I here?