Why do I want to count days
That I never saw when started.
Why do I claim to know things
That will never change

Why do I weigh myself upon fictuous entity
Entitled by a creature.
Why do I hate the colour that will
Never be my reflection.

Why do I want to change my lifestyle
From Noah days to nowadays.
Why do I get devised on inventions?
Oh, I can see, it’s scientist's business