Why am I here?
By Richard T. Reilly

With every human comes a question
A question that hasn't changed and never will
A question that if answered, could free us from our dying souls
A question with strive enough, makes it everlasting
A question worth the lives of many
Throughout all time it keeps itself hidden

Our world grows
Opportunity gathers
Will has diminished

Why am I here?

If a person could know, would they share?
Would humanity diminish if the question were answered?
Would our life still continue?
All the more reason to find it first

To go on solo and leave all reason
What other way to do it?
Humans lie and the mind deceives

Find a reason to live