y in poetry

I ask myself why?
I’m asking why am I?
Why am I awake?
Why am, I, awake?
I ask you, why?
am I awake?

am I, why?
why am I wide-awake?
why are my eyes that ache?
more than my mind can take
turn off the light to fake
that I am not awake
that is if I still find
that I’m awake

I’m asking why
when I’m not even high
the sun begins to rise
why do I even try
am I awake?