Why Am I Here?

If riches aren't the goal. If "getting's" not the plan...
Then I have climbed the ladder to the top - of the wrong wall.

If it's not what I've got - If it's not where I've been –
If it's not who I know, or what I've done, then where do I begin?

Why am I here? What is the purpose of my days?
What have I done today that really matters in the smallest way?
Why am I here? Is there a need for my tomorrows?
In chasing dreams the world holds dear, I've pierced myself with sorrows...
Why am I here?

And if my soul should be this night required of me
Would all I've bought and saved be left behind to rust and fade?
Will I be left alone to face a Great Unknown?
To hear the questions for which I've no answers - I wish I could know

Why am I here? What is the purpose of my days?
What have I done today that really matters in the smallest way?
Why am I here? Is there a need for my tomorrows?
In chasing dreams the world holds dear, I've pierced myself with sorrows...
Why am I here?

I'd give so much to know... why am I here?