What's your objective she asked?

I rolled back my eyes, certainly amazed,
questions like these can set anyone ablaze.
With certainties panning around our way,
the answers to such questions were always away.

Serving humanity is my ultimate objective?
Or rather serving myself a better alternative.
People will know me with great adjective?
Or rather call it a foolish motive.
Is answers to such questions subjective?
Or rather it's truly sedative.

Life certainly has no meaning?
Or rather it's embedded in little things.
Everybody appears to control their life's steering?
Or rather it's illusion of absolute strings.
Is is about earning more and building?
Or rather a dream about such feelings.

Are there more questions than answers?
Or rather answers are the questions.
People in the world are some kind of dancers?
Or rather everyone's waiting for such introductions.
Is the humanity about some freelancers?
Or rather some little interruptions.