Suburban soul

I don't know what I want
I don't know what I say
Why all beings on earth appear
to me at bay?
The questions, I ask
The answers, I get
Are all so true yet so alackday

I have been in this world,
Since I had left the womb,
But that womb
didn't stayed for long,
As death next day had doomed,
If that womb would've been alive till date,
Uncertainty and disarray would've gone out of my fate,
And So I ask god why he chose me as a bate.

What can I do, question myself
Or shall buy me a  black oynx.
To prevent myself from backs & foul
To protect myself from ugly ghouls
And to act like an urban owl..

This suburban soul,
Have questions to ask,
But who has the time to do the task,
So it shall wear the owly mask,
And just be like water in the flask.