the things we do

why is it that we do the things we do at times alone i wonder why how is it that things have come to this at times alone i wonder why but despite all my many wonderings and throughout all my many wanderings i contemplate these reccuring conundrums... am i alone in my concern because i feel lonely in my living surely if someone else did care their presense would be made known or maybe, they too are too much alike to i and are off upon their own wanderings all the while wondering... why!?!