Why Am I Here?

Why am I here? Who is God? What is the purpose of being human? The Holiness of flesh and blood. I look to the sky pondering. I question the purpose of being Within my minds eye I ask why? Why am I here? Really, what is my true purpose? It’s not nine to five existing just to survive I look at my hands and all the lines Within a mirror I look into my eyes The questions, I am a stranger looking at A face I no longer recognize My eyes, my lips, my nose It was so many years ago that I could feel As a child I could see, but within this world There is an illness of ego that does not want people to remember or believe within this world they want to keep people asleep within this world it is a prison of mental illusions designed to keep people blind only to feed their deceptive machines.