Reason
Reason'
What is the reason for life?
Why are we born in this world?
Why do we exist?
What is the reason for all our suffering and joy?
What is the reason for death?
Why is our life just a never-ending cycle?
These are the questions I have now,
but I remember the simpler times.
When we were all younger.
When the most important question was.
What are we having for supper?
Back then we still had pure hope in life,
still had pure hope and ambition,
to make the world a better place.
The more we learn,
the more our wonder turns into closure.
The longer we live,
the more our closure becomes ignorance and joy.
Why couldn’t we stay more like our younger selves,
who still have all their hope in life.
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