Meaning...

Meaning...

As I sat,
All on my own.
I thought about life,
And all the unknown.

Why do we live?
What is the purpose?
If we just die,
What will we miss?

I wish I could find,
The meaning of life.
and my time will be joy,
instead of strife.

Yet, to so many people,
Life is a ride,
Enjoy it while it lasts,
But then you must decide.
Was it really worth,
All that strife and pain.
What is beyond that?
Will we ever live again?

To me life is a journey,
So friendly but yet so cold.
But before we get to the end of it,
What things must we unfold?

Why do we live,
just to die?
Why do we dream,
That we can fly?
Is it reality,
Or is it just fake?
Why don't we dream,
when we are awake?

I wish to find answers,
Somehow, somewhere.
I wish to find truth,
That many can't bear.

The one thing,
I most want to know,
Is why live,
When death is just below?