Why Am I Here?
A Poem
Why am I here? Surely it’s not to spend nine hours a day in front of a computer screen and yet, I do
What am I doing if I am not changing the world or is it enough that I want the world to change? Why am I here if I’m not going to do anything about anything and sit, complacent, because it’s hard to get up out of this chair and start to change the world?
Why am I here? Surely it’s not to spend my time on social media instead of walking in a forest or feeding someone who has no home where they can get fed or helping someone who is helpless or being someone who others can look up to
Some days I wonder why I am here and I don’t have a great answer other than to be a father If only for that, it’s enough But I should be doing more I could be doing more than watching YouTube and countless TED talks when I should be giving TED talks and making a difference
Maybe I’m meager and there’s no reason why I am here I am just here A speck of dust in an unforgiving universe raising my tiny little dust hand hoping to be noticed And maybe that’s the problem If I’m always hoping to be noticed how can I be here for something else And if I am only here in the hopes of getting noticed Why am I here at all?
© Jonathan Greene 2019
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