Your Deep Thought From Walt Whitman

O ME! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;   
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;    
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)     
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;     
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;            
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;     
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?     

Answer

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;     
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.