A question of purpose
As the moments mount
And the days fade
The question becomes relevant
Why persist ?
In the daily line of the meaningless
Actions
If there is no purpose
No reason
To just continue
When the line becomes monotonous
A rerun of the familiar
A boring cavalcade
Of..  well nothing
Do we exist for that one chance
One opportunity
That one shining moment
Out of 60 years of grey
The hope of eden
In the midst of the mundane
The chance for love
In the bitter precession
Of emptiness
A moment of light
To shatter an existence of darkness
A chance to truly live
After a lifetime of death
A reason for being
After a lifetime of sorrow
A moment of clarity
To finally define this lifetime
Of
Confusion

An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe