Reason

When I was a child, I once thought to myself:
Why am I here? For what purpose?
I didn’t want to believe, that it was all for nothing
I had faith in many things. Many ideas would envelope me
Some of them I still hold dear, others just seem funny now
What do I believe in today? I believe in life
A journey to its destination
It matters not who you were born, but who you will become
How you choose to walk your path, what you fill your existance with
The end is always the same. Its time is already chosen
We don’t know who we are or where we are from
Just fragments of the universe, the size of which we can’t even imagine
All that we have is our lives. All that we hope for is life