What now I ask myself
I live but do I know the meaning of life
Breathing, needing, thinking, dreaming
But for what purpose
we are born, grow old, and die
Is that it?
Is that all there is?
Logic tells me there is more to it
Problem is I can not prove it
I only have this burning desire within me
To be the best I am to be
I was not prepared for this day
To loss my mom this way
What was I thinking
That she would live forever
I struggle within to accept her passing
Questioning the very core of my belief system
Belief is founded on faith
And faith is in the hope of that which is not seen
In conclusion, I believe in life eternal
This body must die to be left behind
And the spirit and soul go forward to be reborn.
This by faith I am a believer
I know not when, but there will come a day
I too will be tested.
