Reasons

Is there a reason, for everything we do?
Life seems so complicated
Yet it's so simple
We all have our problems
But that's just part of this game called life

Why do we live our lives?
To become successful?
To become rich?
To become famous?

Questions with answers I cannot find
I keep searching, but it jumps out of reach
Every time I try to grab a hold of it
So close, yet so far

Everyday we do the same thing
Like robots out of a movie
We have free will
But exactly how free is it?

I have a theory: we live life to cherish
To love
To hate
To cry
To live life how it was intended to be:

Simple.

I'm still looking for answers.

(Yes, it's cheesy as hell. I don't write poems very much...)