There's honestly nothing else to do,
But sit here, think, ponder, wonder
What else can we do in this life, again?
Why else are we here?
That's what makes  us different from them
The animals out there
*******, *******, killing, living without meaning
It's our thoughts, our cognitive processes
Not our wills, our power, our strength
They have those, too, *******, I'm sure.
It's not our intelligence, either
Animals out there overpower us with that, too
It's the fact that some of us wonder, "why"
Some of us sit here and try to figure out, "how"
And some of us go as far as to figure out exactly, "what"
It is that drives us to do the things we do
We don't know why we do the things we do
That doesn't even matter in the long run
What matters is what we do
And how it happens
What happens after
And what is effected by the actions involved
That's it, that's all, that's good enough,
Right?
Question it, please!
Question our existence
Wonder why, how, what, because
No one else will and no one else cares
Why follow something blindly?