Why are we here?

Don't you often wonder why we are here?
What is our purpose for being in this life?
I ask my self this every day,
As a look around at the world,
Seeing people go by in there own busy little worlds,

Sometimes it can seem where on a dead track in life,
Same old routines, same old story,
Nothing new nothing exciting,
Maybe one day there may be a break through,

But still why are we here?
What are we searching for?
Is there men't to be a mission, a goal, a prize at the end?
Maybe we will never know,
Or the answer may come at the end,
Just before we die the answer is there,

It could be staring us in our face,
All these challenges and obstacles we have to get over,
They must mean something,
Surely its a test,
Of course who knows it could just be another one of lifes mysteries.