The speaker questions what they are searching for and striving towards in life, realizing that the struggles they face are merely illusions and their imaginations. They recognize that while the battles of life seem endless, death is inevitable and will be their final destination, so there is no reason to worry so much about planning for the future or pleasing others when ultimately they will die and be buried.

1. An Illusion
What I am searching for?
What I want?
What I am striving for?
What I haven’t got?
The life seems circular,
The struggle seems a tapestry,
I am only a juggler,
For the theatre is a mystery.
From which I want relief?
Whom I want to please?
From discontentment cage there is no release.
Then why am I finding ease?
The war is an illusion,
The battle is my imagination,
For there is no end,
But death is final destination.
What I was supposed to do?
What I am currently doing?
Where I wanted to go?
Where I am currently going?
For what I should plan?
If there is no clan,
For what I should worry?
As ultimately I will get bury.
Why am I searching answers outside?
If answers are lying within,
Here some days I have to reside,
For Hereafter I should stride.