Why are we here?
What will become of us?
Why do we struggle so much when we all
know the end?
What makes us think, what makes
us wonder?
The cacophony that is life and what all it brings.
Each of us same, yet so different.
Who made us like this?
Who controls all the strings?
Is there someone who sees us and smiles?
Amused by our petty worries and lies?
We grow, we evolve, we become more wise.
Or so we think, till we learn something new.
And we have been such fools, then we realize.