The Why's of Life

The world seems to be crumbling,
Into tiny bits,
They are tiny pieces of a puzzle,
That just do not fit.

And who are they? And who am I?
The mystery of life.
Are we here to breathe a few breaths,
Or are we here just to die?

Why is there pain?
Maybe...is it because,
Our purpose is to be tormented,
By a source from above?

Why is there suffering?
Perhaps...is it because,
We create problems we can't solve,
To accentuate our flaws?

Why is there love?
Maybe...is it because,
We were meant to perish in illusion,
Slide straight into its jaws?

Why is there loneliness?
Perhaps...is it because,
We are so blind that we can't see,
The people around us?

And the world is slowly drifting,
Away from the shore,
Away from clarity's crystal waters,
'Till it is no more...

Author's Note

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