Some thoughts before the poem:

Like lots of people I have more questions than answers. I am finding more questions as I grow older, and I find that answers to older questions turned out to be false, or became outdated. Life is evolving around me, and so must I, and so must the things that I care about, and so must my questions about life, my existence specifically.

The questions that bothers me the most?

Why do all people not wonder why we are here? What is our purpose? Just to consume and create future consumers, or is there a higher task that we do not see? Why we do things a certain way? Are there better ways to do things? Why do we not learn from history?

War for example – there are no winners in war, except for the few that always profit from all events, war produce only losers. War is two opposing sides with a disagreement that decide to destroy each other! It is impossible to completely destroy another nation, so eventually one side runs out of resources, surrenders and magically we have peace again. Why can’t we have the magical peace at the start? Why can we not just flip a coin to see who surrenders? Why must we first do terrible things to each other before we arrive at a conclusion? Why do we not put the leaders that decide on war in a cage and give them clubs so we can see who win?

Questions? Everywhere! With very few answers.

Questions

What is the shape of a soul?
What is the measure of hart?
To know this do you have to be smart,
or just strive to know thy self?

What is good, what’s bad?
Who makes the rules that we all must abide?
Is there a reward for those that can afford
to flex and twist and live outside the norm,
eventually shaping life to their own form?

Why are these question so hard?

What is happy, what is sad,
who can say they are always glad?
Why are some of us content and others just mad?
Who has the answers, who knows where to look,
I have learned it’s not the fucking good book!

Why are so many questions never asked?

What is the weight of love?
What is the price of life?
Can both come without a side of fear?
Why is the purpose of life so brilliantly unclear?

It does appear that there are more questions than answers,
making it clear that here 
all we must do,
is live deliberately without fear,
for the end of it all is always so very very near.