This poem won't come together for me so i'm posting it in hopes that I will re-read it and the answer to what is wrong with it will suddenly become clear...

I’ve spent more time in my life
Wondering why I feel the way I do
Than actually wondering how I feel
I often ask what makes me think that
Or why do I say the things I do
My life is an eternal question
Did I do this and should I do that
How can this be
And why should I care
What makes the world the place it is
And what brought me to this spot
How can I know so little
When I've been thru so very much
And last of all I can't help wondr'ing
Is there more to you and I
Than what we've found so far