Human Paradox

To feel, to understand, to be

The warmth of the sun

The chill of darkness, of night

What does it mean to feel when one's heart has run factual?

All the math, science, and language in the world can not explain our purpose

So, what does it mean to comprehend when no one can describe?

Time escapes everyone's grasp,

Yet we all obey the rebel's chains

Change occurs, making it inevitable

And still we adapt to the unknown

As people, we continue to grow and gather and give

But to what end?

What does it mean to simply be, human, when there is no answer to what already is?

By the law of the universe, all living things travail just to be

Yet our purpose that's been kept so hidden is so arcane

That half of us crave an answer that has yet to be given.