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Who am I?
What is my Purpose?
What is the Meaning
of Life?

How should I know
my Role in the Cosmos?
Why do I
have to die?

What is this Love,
and Sorrow and Laughter?
What is this Yearning
to Try?

And why does it Turn,
all that we Learn,
Back, into Dust
when we Die?

A chance to be seen?
Perhaps, maybe heard?
It ends as begins,
with a Cry.

Just to Exist!
some will insist.
But, still, I persist
to ask Why.

Who am I?
What is my Purpose?
Why do I have to Die?

Some will still give,
they give it their best shot –
Theirs is to Live and not Lie.

Answers pour forth;
reasons fall short,
begging the question of Why.

Chaos, or Random?
Some Plan of Action?
Reasons that mean well will try.

This Song still Rolls On,
Long after all gone,