Why am I doing this to myself?

Why do I do what I shouldn't? Why do I end up where I mustn't?

Why do I think, when the mind is numbed? Why do I breathe, when the end is certain?

Why do I see, when fathom I can't? Why do I try, when succeed I can't?

Everything that glitters isn't gold. Is this is right view to hold?

If gold wouldn't glitter, what would it be called?? Or would no one be so enthralled?

Have I really grown so old, or do I refuse to leave my childhood?

Incoherent!! Why am I doing this to myself??????????