Why

 

Because after every disappointment,

Every heartache,

The world remains.

 

The world is innocent,

Vast as anything,

Utterly merciless,

Unfathomably good.

 

In it we find everything

We want or need;

In us it finds only meaning,

Its only meaning,

Its very heart.

 

We love and are loved,

But above all we are driven,

Drawn to the wheel

Where all labors are spent.

 

Stars wheel above us,

Too many to dream;

We toil beneath them,

Knowing nothing

But why.