this need to solve
life's mysteries,

when the simplest of questions
can never be answered?

Why are we here?

What is the souI?

Why do we dream?

Perhaps we'd be better
off not looking at all.

Not delving,
not yearning.

But that's not human nature.

Not the human heart.

That is not why we are here.

Yet, still we struggle
to make a difference,

to change the world,
to dream of hope,

never knowing for certain who
we will meet along the way.

Who among the world of
strangers will hold our hand,

touch our hearts,

and share the pain of trying?