As far back as my memory can go, I always looked to the stars, With hopes of finding answers to that I want to know, Why am I here? Why now?
Every time I ponder, I convince myself, The human sense of accomplishment as my purpose. One achievement after another; The answers elude me and I still wonder.
Is every human quest just vanity? That leads to self-content and false peace? We create problems and find solutions; We bask in our own marvel and achievement.
After many thousand years and countless struggles For land, resource, religion, and beauty; We stand today on the shoulders of prophets, saints and sages Yet we have no answers for human curiosity.
I struggle with dreadful dreams through restless nights, That I will fade into time never knowing; My purpose, my place in this universe, Who am I but a speck of dust in the sands of time?
Is my body a holder for my soul? A vehicle that provides the opportunity. To gain understanding and to test my will, To prove my worth and comprehend the universal soul.
Here I stand not knowing where or when In the fabric of time and space and dimensions beyond comprehension. Will I ever know my purpose and mission? Or fade in to the night never knowing spiritual ascension?