Exist

Who am I, what am I? I'm just something that is here, but why? Is there really something inside? Something that goes up or goes down. So far to imagine. To go on forever never to end. Scary thoughts but to just end scares worse. Could it be, to just be to carry all this on? My only purpose, is that me? But when will this all end? Whose to say. Did you make it all up as your comfort? To put your minds at ease. Is there something out there to take me away? Away to a wonderful place. Will I never see my loved ones again? Is it already designed or is it all fate? I will go away, no turning back. Will I be someone or something else? Will I know, will I realize? Will I just never exist?