Why do we live?

To till the earth in our gardens
To reap whatever we have sown
To fade as life's flame slowly wanes
While gazing forlorn
At the horizon

To scratch at dust in barren deserts
To clutch at all which we can claim
To flail as death's hand reaches out
Never thinking beyond the bars of our cage

To plant our seeds in far oases
To set free that which we create
To rejoice as the wheel turns again
Dreaming far beyond
The bounds of our realm

Why do we live?