Our Reason For..

Such fragile vessels we possess,
Betwixt the fragments of intricate matter,
Such astounding yet temporary address,
Little time to grow before our remains are scattered.

Both malefic and angelic of thought,
Forever in learning, yearning for truth,
Wandering blind, tiresome and wrought,
Passing of torch from old to youth.

Majestic landscapes and vast blue oceans,
We travel in drones to seek new heights,
To discover ourselves and new devotions,
And set our hearts on personal sights.

Will we ever know before we pass?
Our reason to breathe and excel in ourselves,
Will our first hope be our last?
To discover the meaning is our true wealth.