Caught up

Sometimes I'm not certain why you bother.
Do you at all?
Sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking of
Far from it, I really can't say why.
Falling from an edge, unheard and uncared
Hazel and dreamy, I can't hear the words said.
Eventually you' find the voice, though there would be no place for dreams.
A moment for reflection. Wait and watch.
I'm actually rummaging for an answer.