What is your question,
For you must have one
The question, the reason
The reason to live

For each man needs a reason to live
That is what life is
Life, the never ending search for your reason,
your unanswered question

This question becomes you
This question shapes you
Through it, you become who you are
And it becomes your life, your reason to move forward

Everyone must move forward else they are dead
And the dead lay still,
Having lost their question or forgotten it
They lose their reason along with it

This question that shapes us,
Why do we need it
Why do we search for it
And why do we let it lead us

What is this question
Do we shape it as we move forward
Or is this question already predestined in our life
For some believe it shapes us

The shape that we take from our question that we search
Is it for our good, will it guide us to happier times
Or is it evil in itself, playing us for its own amusement
For whoever created these questions help guide us to chaos

Some ask why do we live, what keeps us moving
But it is this question that leads us forward
Always seeking its answer
And always forsaking its seeker

For in and at the end
We where never meant to find our answers
Just look for them blindly
For they will always hide when we approach

These answers forsake us
They are there and yet out of reach
Why cant we reach them
Why are the just beyond our grasps

Is this because the questions we seek never existed
Are these questions meant only to guide us
But never to help us in our search
For what may lay at the end could be malicious

If the end of our journey leads to disaster
Will we just abandon our search
Will we live in ignorance
For ignorance brings with it a tranquil state of comfort and safety

Or will we chose to seek our answers and live with knowledge
Live with pride and courage,
The courage to seek our own paths and find our own answers
For we should chose to live with our answers and not fear them

If these answers should be disastrous,
Will we run from them, from the answers we made and seeked
Or will we turn in face them,
Face them to seek even more answers and create even more paths

For we are not destined to anyone or anything
We where given life, knowledge, and emotions
But that was a mistake,
For we are not a race to let one control us

Our race will fight for its own future
Not a future guided by someone else
But a future of our own making,
A future that we decide no matter the outcome

For it does not matter if the decision is our downfall
We will take joy in the answers we face
We shall hold our heads up high,
For we know we had the courage to follow our questions to the end.