Why

Why and I,

two simple words.

One asks the question,

the other about the self.

For years I would ask why,

why am I here,

what purpose do I have?

Will I do good things?

Be someone?

Will I be alone and lonely?

Will I be hated?

Why do we think these things?

Why not something more cheerful,

less restricting to one's heart and soul?

Even now,

I ask the same questions,

to air, to space,

never getting a response;

so what's the point?

Suddenly it dawned on me,

for the answer is with me,

has been from the beginning.

Why am I here?

Because it was meant to be that way.

Whatever trivial pursuits,

whatever dogged trials I live through,

whatever successes I encounter,

through all the hoops and twists;

it was meant to be that way.

And why is my acronym for:

"what happened yesterday"

is my every day reply to history,

for yesterday is gone,

and I cannot live life based on the past.

Then there is today,

where I start again.

Not to find answers,

but to live with what I know,

and one day die, taking all that with me.