Shackled to this chair I find myself once again
Looking around for answers but become consumed by a screen
Searching for more than a hopeless sense of reality
The pulse coming from my beating heart reminds me that I am alive
Oxygen fueled and blood flowing
I ask myself what is the purpose
I step outside to gaze into the sky
The sun shines and says hello as its warmth blankets my coldness
How can this all work?
What is our meaning?
As I continued to gaze into the wonders of the night sky
I realized, we are not alone
For our Creator, God, is watching his creation in full
Constantly monitoring, smiling, and weeping
At what we do with ourselves
And after we die, our heart stops, we shall meet  our Father