The Meaning Of Life

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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written for myself but relates closely to the feelings of my friend Darna. She's going through rough times I won't mention what though.
I hope she finds her way.

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