Life, Fate and Fears

What drives us on, we mortal men?
What compels my hand to wield the pen?
Is it a love of life and living,
That, these urges, keeps on giving?

Could we have a purpose? Yes!
A reason behind this world, this mess.
But if for one thing we’re all meant,
Then why are we all so different?

It could be fate, which marks the way
Until I lie, a corpse, some day.
But if so then why think about it now,
If to some predetermined choice I bow?

Why do I protect all I hold dear?
Upon another’s death, shed a tear?
I now see it, the answer is clear.
The driving force of all I do is Fear!

Fear of the death and the end!
Fear of my soul to rend!
Fear of not being worth living for!
Fear of being forgotten, forevermore!