Why do we matter?

Why are we here?

Why are we on earth?

My auntie said the answers in the good books verse,

I look to the TV and see the reverse.

“The true secret to happiness is through the strings of a coin purse”

“Didn’t you know? Haven’t you heard?”

“That question doesn’t matter anymore”

“Find some cash, a new ride with suicide doors”

“Worth is irrelevant after some bottles and some purp,”

“Don’t worry about life until you’re dead in the dirt.”

See were human, destined to give into temptation since birth,

But even the simplest of wise men know,

Worth isn’t in the gold in your pockets, but the gold in your soul.

Gurus, the messiahs, and the wise,

Claim to have seen the answer through meditation and enlightened eyes.

Why do we matter?

They found out for themselves so how about your answer?

The path I set out is similar to theirs but a bit less fancier.

Your worth is something only you can create,

Your reason for living is behind a padded lock and a heavy gate,

Your key? The location is a debate.

The map is convoluted, the path unclear.

Good people, good thoughts, a good book, and open ears,

Will be your guide,

Life is good, if you readjust your eyes.