Tipsy On Stable Horizon, Sobering with Uncanny Insecurities

Why does my questions aren't answered while I'm done settled with it,
Why does my precautions being unoccupied and let loose,
Why does this field I'm running in filled with ease, yet with me trembling,
And why does this book is filled with surreal graphics,
That keeps me wondering,
& Keep on imagining...

Why do I?