Purpose of Actions

It is pointless to prove anyone wrong
Even so what if we are in love
Even so what we have naught to prove our dearest one(s)
But the agony strikes within, for we graze with nothingness
Wandering in emptiness

In the end even if we do have (something) to prove to anyone
The question is; why are we doing this?
What exactly are we trying to prove?
Is it our worthiness so as to gain acceptance?
Is it our love for someone whom we assume thinks of us as valueless?
Is it for the same latter reason when we think we are far from him or her?

For a million years, we will have naught to prove to anyone
Who are we proving? Will the people or person accept us?
What is then sincerity? Still what are we trying to prove?

Our beliefs flare as they meet others’
What are we trying to prove by gunning them down?
What if questions are raised due to doubts and hope for certainty and knowledge?

With something, we will still prove nothing
People still see us different ways
They see we are trying

Yet in the end,
What are we trying to prove?
Who are we proving?
Will the people or particular person accept us?
What is then sincerity?

Still, what are we trying to prove?


With the best of True Sincerity
Just a stranger, just a wanderer; remember that

save the world; save the souls