Analysis of Life

What am I doing here? What is this? I see stuff around me I have no idea what created everything I don't know what I am doing here What game this is? What test this is? What are these people really like? Are they real? Do they feel the same way? Sometimes I want out of this Sometimes the interest keeps me going People come and go Some show up and disappear As quickly as they came Some come in the spring Some in the fall But they disappear just the same Broken thoughts spring up I can't fix them I have tried everything I learn to live with them They break me But I will have to live with them the rest of my life Every morning is a struggle The same fears haunt me everyday The evenings aren’t much better Anger, isolation and envy my only friends I wish I were someone else What is consciousness? Why do humans exist? Why does the universe exist? What happens when we die? Are we immortal? Is consciousness and life an illusion? Are we real? I hope someday to find out I won't rest until I do I regret some things I have hurt others They say I may be beaten But I know that I’m not broke I will rise again