------The "Living" Question------

These hands, these arms, 
these legs, these feet.
A head with brains
yet incomplete.
No written purpose,
no future goal.
No hidden reason
that you've been told.
Is the quest 
to live and die,
For nothing else
but multiply?
To live your life
you're free to choose.
But please live by
all social rules.
Does some secret code
within us lie,
That we must decipher
on the fly?
We guide our life
with not much aim,
It may be life
but it's insane.