Why Do I Breath

I am the one with questions galore my mind races endlessly as I continue to explore choices and options at a price impossible to ignore breathing is what I do but not what I live for Reward is routine without explanation we are all good to the ones we are closest to without true expectation we assume the love and care sent out is without hesitation the trouble is our station in life should not alter that expectation Unaware of why I was brought here the reason I exist was never made clear the decision was made for me in the hopes a purpose would appear it's not about you it's about transferring life forward and quietly disappear