Life as a lost soul

As someone who's lost in a place where no one believes in love, and the reality of delusions is complication- causing problems from one place to the other, following one person to another, out of the pure loneliness and selfishness of your own being. You find a rotation of a cycle that science and belief haven't found yet- like the source of the past, and the what's feeding the future- leaving you to wonder why that one thought Why am I living? Why am I here? But who are these names Why are people the way they are? that pop out from one time to another? Relationships created and broken, just like a perfect harmony trying to be replaced by an old tune that's a different pitch.