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.
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