Did Morris Rosenfeld Hold My Mind Hostage?

I lift mine eyes against the sky,

The clouds are weeping,

so am I.

I lift mine eyes again on high,

The sun is smiling,

so am I.

Why do I smile?

Why do I weep?

I do not know

it lies too deep.

I hear the winds of autumn sigh,

They break my heart,

they make me cry.

I hear the birds of lovely spring,

My hopes revive,

I help them sing.

Why do I sing?

Why do I cry?

It lies so deep,

I know not why.

Every now and then, I come across poems like these. I always wonder what the poet went through to express exactly how I feel. Could it have been the same exact experience? Or is it just our minds verbalizing words in the same pattern? With not a fucking clue to the real meaning of it.

Kind of how we pretend to understand and feel what people say to us, but never do. Or maybe we understand a little?

It's hard to tell when words are open to interpretation.