Walking in the Woods

I took a walk in the woods on a starry night,
As the wind whispered in my ear
Questions I came to hear.
Nor were they questions solely for me
But for all of humanity.

What are we searching for? What are we yearning for?
Is it reunion with the divine?
Or an extension on Earth of our time?

From whence have we come and where shall we be heading?
Is the choice even ours?
Or was it written since the beginning?

Who is it that we're meant to be?
And shall that be fulfilled as in prophecy?

When will be the moment of truth?
And when it comes, will we have become the person we have always wished to be?