The Meaning Of Life Poem by Jackie Trujillo

who are we, and why are we here
these questions I ask you, knowing
that no one has the answers
I'd like to think we are suposed to
be here, we each have some purpose
who gives these orders of why we are,
and who we are to be. are our lives
all planned out, this thing we call fate
is it real. is it bigger or is it smaller,
are we really making choices for ourselves
I'd like to think that to, but who knows
and how can you tell me so it all makes sense
are wars suposed to happen why do people
have to die. what is right and what is
wrong? what we call living, is killing us
and all the things around us. so who are we,
and why are we here again these questions
I ask you.