Why am I here, in this moment, this place,
Wandering through time, searching for grace?
What's the point, the purpose, the reason I stand,
Am I just a dream, or part of some plan?
I look at the sky, at the stars up above,
Is there something beyond that whispers of love?
A path, a calling, some deeper truth,
Or am I just lost, searching for proof?
I've questioned and wondered, and asked all the same,
If life is a game, then what's the true aim?
To live, to love, to find peace within,
Or are we just bodies that time will begin?
Am I here to learn, to grow and to feel,
To change and to heal, to make my heart real?
Is it the journey that matters, not the end,
To connect, to break, to rise and transcend?
Maybe I'm here to leave something behind,
A thought, a dream, an imprint on time.
Perhaps it's the moments that spark and ignite,
The little things that turn darkness to light.
I am here because I breathe, because I see,
Because in my heart, I'm meant to be free.
To struggle, to fight, to fall and to rise,
To witness the world through my own two eyes.
Maybe I'll never know the perfect design,
But I'll find my own answers, one step at a time.
For the "why" isn't fixed, it shifts and it bends,
And the journey's the gift, not the end.
So why am I here? I guess it's to learn,
To live, to love, to grow and returnâ
To myself, to the world, to the spaces I fill,
To search for the meaning, and trust in the will.