Is Life

Is life worthless? Is life precious?Is my life really in my hands and my hands only?Is life a way to escape death by which if it is then why do people say there is no way to escape death if life itself is the escape of death.Does this make you think?Why don't I ever die in any of my nightmares? Is life a way to look death face to face and not even know it?And if there is such a thin line between life and death then why can't we know wat we're going to see when we finally do die? Are our dreams really a gateway to get our deepest darkest and truest desires?Is life actually worth all of the drama that we put our selves into?Or do we put ourselves in the drama because of our materialistic views of life?so read this poem and tell me how do you really view life.