My life is my own, unique testament

It’s up to me how I will spend

This life, this gift, this present tense

Left to me for me to spend

I cannot run from this deep query

To truly answer I must be wary

For it’s not an easy path to tread

Why do I exist? What lies ahead?

Is it to find joy, or find success?

To be kind or be ruthless?

Do I learn and do I grow

Is my existence below or above?

Maybe I need to think deep and explore

Analyze my feelings, down to its core

Or trust the Universe and be still

To find what is the answer to this tilled field

The only thing I can do

Is to make my life brand new

By doing what I can here and now

My existence, That will be for now

Intel the end.