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QUESTION I was sitting looking up at the sky, Asked the inevitable question, why? Why are we here and what is it for? What other stress has life got in store? Romance, possessions, learning, health, Are these by which we measure life's wealth? Contentedness, happiness, family, friends, Is this the currency of life then it ends? Death is inevitable that's what they say, From cradle to grave, the journey's one way, There has to be more than trying to survive, How about we rejoice in being alive!? I still search the answer, my question is why? Why am I here, surely not just to die? Like billions before me and billions to be When I expire, then just maybe I'll see!