Why am I here?

I am feeling low:

not just an ordinary

low, like we all get,

but a low of lows.


I have begun to

question my existence,

which is the grand low,

and the great question.


Why am I here?

What does my life mean anymore?

Who cares anyway?

Why should anyone care?


Such simple questions

for a not so simple problem

of where the meaning comes from,

since I am one of a 100 billion

who have ever lived and questioned

their existence in a world going where.