And so it goes
For who knows how long
And who knows how far
This thing called Life or Existence
That some celebrate as a gift
And some shoulder as a curse
Won't stop its motion or its force
Pushing and pulling
With or without permission

Are we Who or are we What?
Is there a point or a purpose to reveal
Underneath the carpet or behind the curtain
That covers the dirt and the gleam
Unseen by human eyes?
Is there any answer, any relief
For those who walk naked
And bleed from their feet?

The question is Why
As forever will be
No man can discover
Truth if there is any
Though many claim to know
Their ignorance does show
Through the thorns grown here