The complexity of the mind

The human mind is so complex
Difficult to understand it is, immaterial which gender it is.
When it’s happy, when it’s sad
When it’s depressed, when its glad
When it’s funny and ready to swing,
Or serious, it’s difficult to speculate.
There are million things as a common man,
What even you do, sometimes you can’t understand.
Why ones sad on someone’s death
While the corpse is happy to be cremated?
Why someone’s laughing a minute ago
And all of a sudden is depressed and low?
Why don’t we practise
Sometimes what we ourselves preach?
Shout at someone for their mistakes
When we have been guilty of doing the same?
Why do we make someone our best friends
And then betray them in the end?
Why is it that people who love each other so much
Part in between for measly tiffs and act tough?
Sometimes people who we think we know better than ourselves
Seem to be those we understand very less.
Why feel happy, when someone’s in tears
Or feel happy when someone’s losing someone dear?
Why are we speechless when there is so much to tell
And let emotions take over ourselves?
So many whys such few are the because’s
So many things we do which have no causes.
Our own minds we cants understand
For something’s no reason the human mind has.