Philosophical

Life is the realization of it 
All of this would be a story 
Without a witness 
There is no reality 
Your life gains meaning 
The moment you realize it 
Without a witness to your events 
What would they be 
Without you 
Yet you ask what the meaning 
Of life is 
Forgetting yourself 
The base requirement 
Is the concept of a question 
Creation completes in you 
For without your story 
It would have never been 
 
Observe then for that is the way 
You pulse as an observer 
That is your function 
A flower tilts towards the sun 
You must pay attention 
Your core renders the tables 
Columns and rows 
Out goes the data 
Willing or not 
It tears the raw info 
Apart 
Love yourself 
For you are the connector 
Between what is 
And what is not 
 
Your word was there before the world

Middle-man