It's hard not to be sad when you are genuinely confused
About purpose and the meaning of every molecule,
And when all you can do is wonder.
It's hard to believe that your purpose
Is to have all of your questions answered  

Sometimes I wonder why I was given life;
Why does a parent bear a child?
For the obligatory manufactured satisfaction?
So on their death bed they can look back and say
"This is the mark I made on the world"?
What if your child is miserable? A **** up?
Were they doing you a favor
Or just being selfish?