"For what purpose was I created?"

How is one meant to know the self,
If humanity’s north is unspun?
If we are stil hunting for truth
Among the shards of our ancient past.

If billions of years have not helped us claim our name,
How can I achieve the same in less than a century’s flame?
I may know the story of my years,
I may believe I know my own soul and mind.

But stil I am lost.
What am I here for?
What am I?
An artist?
An idiot?

Was I made to create?
To destroy?
To consume?
Or to repair?

How am I meant to anchor down,
To reach the destination,
When i can not even read the map of my own core?
To what end was I built?