Was life meant to be a mystery?

From where did we come, where do we go, why are we here ?

No matter the knowledge, I can't see my way clear.

Was our time meant to be so short, filled with pain and strife ?

Only seventy or eighty years and then the end of our life ?

For we are here but a moment, seems like only a day

and like the wisp of the wind, we wither away.

Is happiness a dream, something only to be chased ?

Or do we look at ourselves in the mirror, face to face ?

Do we make life a mystery, or is life as simple as can be ?

I think it is, But I just cannot see.

I can't see how to unlock that secret door

see if it will tell me why so many are poor.

Poor in wealth, poor in health, poor in wisdom and love

maybe the clue is found up above.

Why do races hate each other, by color, creed or name

When in truth, we are all the same.

Yes, life is a mystery, of us who can know it ?

Not the greayest scientist , statesman or poet.

No my friend, I cannot tell you why the mysyery exists

instead I will tell you this...

If you stay true to yourself and listen to your heart's call

then life won't be a mystery at all.

Z.