The Reason to Become

I opened my eyes, and thus I became.
Without any knowledge of how or why;
So when I first glimpsed at the profane,
I dropped to my knees and to heaven cried.
I searched for the answer to my question,
But not a single soul was willing to aid,
Instead, they were all in my objection,
Pointing and laughing at my endless pain.
I questioned the Creator Himself:
“Why am I here? To contemplate vanity?
If I’m a mere reflection of yourself
Then you are, just like myself, empty.”
I drink from this glass still not quite knowing
The essence of my painful becoming