and then we shall ask:
¿what drives us to do all the things that we do?
¿do you believe in an underlying purpose, a secret meaning, perhaps?
¿are you that kid that still is trying to find the correct answer to "what will you be when you grow up?"?
¿or is it that strange and pedant addiction of tingling our mind with undescribable puzzles?

¿what is this, that bears such weight on my eyelids?
¿what is this, that drives us away only to see us come back again, a little strand of saliva clinging from our lips?
¿what is this, that lies at the verge of the abyss of desperation, the one and same thing that is hidden beneath the last step of our stairway to heaven?
¿why should I dream?
or, let us converge the whole of this meaning in five single words, for the sake of insanity:

¿why should I wake?