What do you see in the world,
As you walk down the street,
Or as you stare out of the window,
Of your home or your car?
Do you see the world as you know it,
Or as the people around you make it?

What is the truth and what is a lie?
Is the world really full of color,
Is it filled with grey,
Or just black and white?
There will be nothing but questions,
Which many will not be answered.

A wish to come true,
Or a reality full of dumb luck?
Is our brain worth listening to,
Or is our heart right?
Follow the dreams,
Or conform to reality?

Is life worth living,
When the people around you,
Know nothing about you,
Giving them a chance to try,
Or is it worth it,
After they’ve made your life a joke?

I question myself on many things.
Like if I am doing the right thing?
Like am I worth what I have?
Do second chances exist for me?
Does someone actually love me?
And I always never come up with an answer.

Questioning life is nothing new,
Not for humanity,
Doing it has proved many things,
And disproved just as much,
Not in search just for answers,
But for a purpose.

I search for a purpose too,
Not just to live and be successful,
Not to just be another man in the world,
Not to be just another person on this earth.
Not to be just another brain or heart,
And not just someone who will die one day.

I want to know something more,
More about what I am,
Who I truly am,
And not be judged on who I am,
Or how I feel,
And be labeled like every other person.

I want something more,
Call me selfish,
But when you give to the world,
Not expecting something back,
You just wish for one thing,
The one thing you want in your life.

In life there is one question I constantly ask.
Since I was young,
I always felt incomplete,
With a void in my heart,
Always feeling like something is missing,
Questioning… What is missing?