Unknown Unknown

UNKNOWN UNKNOWN: It's become so normal for me to think about who I am. Yes, who am I actually as I stand? I don't believe in reincarnation, it's a scum. Yet, from the womb to this current place, There's no upheld conviction associated to my fate. Although I've been debriefed about hope and faith, It seems to me that nothing just happens early or late. As time sequences itself not as merely. Seeking for the truth I'm steady. Well, how was I formed in the belly, I mean not only my body, Respictively, I'm talking about my entirety? It's something unimaginable to me. And as I'm here existing and sensing the entire universe, I still can't understand my being and my existence. What pushes me to do the things I do, And what makes me go through what I go through? I need no one to explain things. Not even what the scientists think, Would get me to understand my being. We could have respective and collective ideas, Nothing can replace my goals with fears. I don't fear humans and creations, But I fear the one who makes everything exist. To him alone do everything in me pours adoration. I'm proud of him, I'm not a pessimist. What makes me crave for the things I crave for? How do I know if I'm right or wrong, When I can't tell exactly where I belong? I only know I'm just living humanly. But both physically and spiritually, I'm made to believe that I'm yoked by both. Now if I leave here where do I go? In the midst of crowds I've been alone, And I've been alone thinking about this topic in fear. Some say there's a new world Somewhere, Others say there's no world anywhere. Actually, We're all humans so I don't need your words. In patience do I wait for the day of death. The only way and best day for me to know who I am.