We're sometimes lost in a lost-led world,
No purpose, friend or home.
Awake and through dark space being hurled,
A globe guest here to roam.

What brought us here, this time and place,
From nothing to a presence?
Our body, it's mind and house-front face,
Sired by solar incandescence.

And what of the role we seem to own,
A tiny jigsaw piece which fits?
Connects with others, but quite alone,
A position change, the whole outwits.

We hope to sense our contribution,
And the difference which it makes.
To our Earth day constitution,
The evolving course this with us takes.

But what, just what is it all about,
This gift; and whose for giving?
Though our being here is beyond a doubt,
For what purpose are we living?