What of it?

What of life that we live it
what of death that we fear it
what of breath that we breathe it
what of a caress that we feel it

what makes doing it worth doing
nothing less than pure emotion
but what if you lack emotion
sounds like time for reflection
but then your reflection would only be logic driven

how to access the dungeons of the soul?
so we can shed a tear or beam a smile?
be more normal cause less pain
why did the gift curse me?
when oh when will i ever be happy