What is life?
What is our purpose here?
What is MY purpose for?
How can I, one person, possibly make a difference?
If I were to live my life a loner,
What is the point of my existence?
Is life real?
Or is it a figment of someones imagination?
Am I real?
Or was I just thought up and thrown into a story?
Did God make us on purpose?
Or are we a mistake?
Did we fail our pupose and God turned away?
What is life?
Life is a mystery,
An unsolved mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
valid questions...answers will pop out of you itself...read my 'am not just a drop'...may confuse you even more