Why

“We ask, we seek, we fall, we rise… But the question remains: why?” A flicker of light, a breath in the dark, Born from chaos, a wandering spark. Eyes wide open, yet blind to the end, A circle that turns but cannot bend. The stars above, they seem to know, Their ancient light, a timeless glow. But silence lingers in their song, Are we just dust that drifts along? What is the purpose, the aim, the goal? The weight of existence burdens the soul. Why do we run, why do we try, Why do we love if all must die? A fleeting moment, a whisper, a sigh, The meaning of life is the eternal why. The mountains rise, the rivers flow, A dance of life we’ll never know. The earth it spins, the sun ignites, A cosmic play in endless nights. We build, we dream, we tear apart, Searching for answers in the heart. But every path, it leads to this: A question shaped by emptiness. Is it creation, or is it chance? Are we the choreographers, or just the dance? Why do we run, why do we try, Why do we love if all must die? A fleeting moment, a whisper, a sigh, The meaning of life is the eternal why. In the silence, in the void, We build what time will destroy. But even in the shadow’s embrace, We search for meaning, we search for grace. Are we gods, or are we slaves? Are we born to build or dig our graves? Is it hope, or is it fear, That keeps us running year to year? Why do we run, why do we try, Why do we love if all must die? A fleeting moment, a whisper, a sigh, The meaning of life is the eternal why.