Unanswered Curiosity

Again, the time is ripe
To ask my questions.
Who am I? Why am I?
Who sent me forth to be?
What ultimate purpose
Was set in the mind
Of the one who sent me?

I have asked it before,
Time and time again.
I have asked it more,
Yet I can’t complain.
Who was I asking it again
If I don’t know the answer?
Perhaps I’ll die to know.

It is a paradox to me,
To die to know how and why to live.
In the meantime, what of my life?
What of my present time,
What of my doing and being?
Yes, I believe it now – to die,
Life is worth living.