What’s the point in my living? I will die someday.
That’s a fact that I’m good with, but while I’m alive
Do I have any guidance toward what is my goal?
Does the soldier-like cell by itself have a soul?
It seems now that I’m living, I’m doomed to survive.
Did some Masterful Being design it this way?
Toward what end is my being? Should I be the best
And the fastest among others who are like me?
If the cell is a soul – one who likes to play sports
And who fancies competitive games of all sorts
Then the cell has allowed me to physically be.
Should I feel like I’m special? Should I be impressed?
Mother Nature’s Machine is subconscious intent
Of all life that’s now living and all gone before.
It’s a psychokinesis done on a large scale.
It has gained much momentum so it will prevail.
My sole purpose for being here is to add more
To the whole of creation. That’s how it was meant.