I Live...

they say i live for my soul
i wish the answer would have been that easy...
i live because i was born
am i born to live?
what good do i forsee?
forsee what? forsee when?

i live because god willed so...
i bow my head to his will
but answer this,
who willed gods to be?
and why did they will my being?
signifying my insignificance...

i live for my conscience...
the everpresent me in me...
who gave it to me?
why is it always right?
or said to be?
what is right?

i live for the love i am yet to find
i live for the hand that holds me dear
i live for the smile of an unborn child
i live for the rustle of leaves in the breeze
i live for the smell of that parched thunder
i live for the life i am yet to live

Clueless....

Things i have no freakin clue about...

1. Who am i?
2. Why am i here?
3. Have i served the purpose i was to?
4. What was the purpose (if any)?
5. Why do i feel cold at the dead of the night?
6. Am i the idiot or are they?
7. Am i looking forward to death?
8. Is thinking really good for me? If so why am i sad when i think?
9. Does anyone else feel the same way?
10.Why am i writing this?


Do not ask me why!!!