Introspection Poem by John Prophet

Introspection.
Situation
analysis.
I think
therefore…..
Why
am I
here?
Why anything
at all?
Odds
of personal
existence.
Incalculable!
What's the
point?
Luck
of the
draw?
Lottery
won?
Job
to be
done?
Computational
capacity
provided,
limited,
finite.
Creation
contemplation
bounded.
Brain
sprain
reflection.
How much
can be
known?
Undaunted
pressing
on.
Justifying
reality,
existence.
Ultimately,
to what
end?