I do know how I got here,
The question I'm asking is why.
The Land I walk on, the air I breathe,
Is everything I know real or is it just a lie.
Why was I given this body, my name,
Am I who I was meant to be.
Is my life following the grand design,
Or is living in the moment the key.
Is my reason for being on this world,
Just a time limit before I die.
Is my reason for existing at all,
Is to live life and not let it pass by.
I do know how I got here,
But I'm no longer asking why.
My reason to be, my purpose in life,
Is to live before I die.