I've wondered upon the things that matter
In great depths of the oceans of all thought
But I am left with questions, no answers
Why do we exist, why should we bother
With lives broken, when dreams shatter
If life's joys are smothered, a path wrought
Every reason for existence deserves erasure
Our path is closed to our forward progress
Unless we make a choice to be able to trust
To accept promises, hopes, and a purpose
Otherwise existence is nothing, only dust
