Meaning for What?

A Story by Sam

What are the questions we seek, answers we find, meaning for anything?

A vast canopy with a graceful view and mountainous air,

One man's dream splattered across his actions,

Trying to find a reason on what to live for,

Finding the reason and than diminishing it as if it was child's play,

What we want and what we need soon become unknown to the human spectrum,

Wondering, exploring, visualizing the truth on what we do and finding the reasons,
Reasons that baffled us humans and over-compensating for our disabilities,

Disabilities that leave us to wonder our main purpose for our creation in god's eyes,

Have we found the answer? No, yet we try to peer at things that lead us to nowhere,

We explore to find answers to our question than find a "so called answer" that leads us to another question,

Humans can't find the full answer so we mostly deem it a theory or a tall tale,

A tall tale that barely makes it to the children's book,

Is our creator trying to stop us from finding the whole truth,

Or is it simply bad luck we can't find these solutions that have patronized our whole lives,

We get a clue and we try for facts, can this behavior be do to the cause that where being lied to our creator,

Is there even a creator or is it a simple illusion that even children won't wast their time to think of?

I, like every human being, want an answer, I thirst for it,

As if its the fountain of youth or just purely life itself,

I (again, just like every human being) have my own theories,

Its not fully done since I just said earlier we have the bad streak of not having full answers,

I sometimes believe that there might not be a creator and some how by chance

or what ever you call it, has some how reacted to something or anything for that matter,

And created us (you guessed, it by luck) for no apparent reason,

There are billions of people in the world, but when we found out the vast expense of space we felt so little,

Finally realizing we could have been insignificant for who really knows how long,

I made this memoir to give people that have read this or reading this right now that life might be an endless walk path of ingenuity or destruction,

Depending on who chooses that option for us, or maybe its us that chooses our future but won't uphold our responsibility,

So I'm guessing we create things to blame like "mother nature", or "Satan" , even "God" on our misfortunes,

We are a race that is sub-consciously getting afraid to step up to what we were bethrone to,

When one person gains the ability to control, one should use that power to create what every sensible being see as wise actions that exceed to what we use to be able to comprehend,

Read how I said beings and not humans, technically we are all animales,

We just put our brain cell to more use on certain things than other animales,

What are we doing with ourselves, because I want you to try to test this statment,

I want to know why we are here every single waking moment of my life,

Who knows how long it will take to reach that our century old conclusion,

What is the one thing I can tell you is live life to the fullest,

Because you'll die in the future and if you cease to exist once upon death,

Then your last thought should be "I regret NOTHING!!!"

I don't simply mean to risk your life,

Yet that is the universal definition of it,

Which we created of course; I am young and fresh,

Yet I carry a burden that I believe is hardship,