Purpose

Purpose of life is defined as the reason for our existence

But not all of us find one.

Leaving most of us with a lot of questions.

The anti-aging cream sitting on the dressing table

Wonders how could her purpose be to eliminate the very sign of life

For the dead body never grows a day older, for aging is a sign that we are still alive.

Every time a bibliophile sniffs the pages of a new book

The perfume on his sleeves questions its purpose

When we wake up with a flash of blue light on our phone screens

The bright sunshine doubts it’s existence

The slides in the park have endless questions

Looking at the giggling kid with her video game

In the quietest hour of the night when we meet insomnia

Our dreams wonder where to go.

Every time we wake up hungover on our past memories

The wine in the bottle doubts whether she still matters.

When humans are engulfed with humanitarian crisis

Humanity is left questioning its very own existence.