Questions of the Ultimate

Why do we come here?
We are we here?
Why do we express things?
Without any fear?
Why do we judge?
Without any proof?
Why do we have a hard time?
Understanding the truth?
Why is there love?
When nothing else exists?
Why do we always remember?
Who we first kissed?
Is this life made for a point?
Is there a purpose for hate?
Why is no-one patient?
But then all humanity is made to wait?
The life of beauty is not here.
Just because we see it with our eyes.
It is really no shock.
It is really no surprise.
Inner beauty comes from the soul.
When the heart is fully whole.
When the mind is fully passionate,
When we feel that everything is great.
When we fall in love with inner beauty,
When we storm the streets,
In a sudden frenzy,
Our love is not deceased,
Passion is the way forward,
Vanity will not last,
Why are we hearing this?
This should have been said in the past,
Our love is undying,
Like the spirit of hate,
Gonna have to be patient,
All humanity will have to wait,
Will not happen in this lifetime.
Maybe not the next,
But we will never settle for,
Anything but best,
Because our children's future is on the line,
As we battle with the questions of time,
Might take years for the answers,
Even then, what are the chances?
Of something coming from above,
Of the whole world being in love.