#157 Questioning Life...

The drizzling sound of rain

and water flowing by the side,

sitting inside a tiny wooden dome

made me think of life..

Where do we go from here

why are we even alive,

what are we made of

how do they stick together

these tiny particles of science,

then fire burn us, how

when we have so much water inside,

feelings of joy and sorrow

why are we angry at times,

no emotion stays for long

something always keeps us un-satisfied..

There was an old lady

speaking constantly in our dome

giving commands to all,

I told her about my thoughts

and that mind is never at pause,

It was bemusing how

she had so little for me, as she replied

they and I are of no significance

but the life in us,

that all the answers are within

if only I knew where to search...