Why do people do the things they do?
Why do we act the way we do?
Is there a reason?
If so, then what is it?
It's pointless to do something if we don't have a reason.
A waste of time and energy.
Everything has a purpose.
Everyone has a purpose, but do I?
What is my purpose in life?
Just being here for the fun of it?
Why am I even here?
Again and again I pray for answers.
God tells me that I should be patient.
He says that I will know soon.
How soon?
I'll have to wait and see, won't I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem