Nations of people strive to survive,
In a world of confusion frustration,
Never knowing reasons for why,
We have wars and we live to die.
Meaning for some is all that they need,
From the moment of birth grown from a seed,
Others all searching but will never find,
Reason for living without peace of mind.
Life is a puzzle with ups and it’s downs,
Not very easy as most of us have found,
But burning inside most of our heads,
The question of life, not known till were dead.
One we all ask from time to time,
But the answers not given a secret divine,
Kept in the heavens for few really see,
Answered for some just who are we.