Sometimes,
I think,
What is the purpose of everything,
How will we define?
Our misdeeds,
Our misjudgements
Our irresponsibilities
Why are we wondering,
For finding,
True meaning,
Endless purpose,
Is there anything,
Which is left to know?
Who decides everything?
Why everything seems
mismanaged?
But, when I roam around with silly questions,
Not getting any answer,
I get some new questions,
To inquire again,
To inspire again,
To aspire again,
For a new quest.