On Life

If you think you are living
For a better tomorrow,
You’re greatly mistaken, my friend;
For as time passes on,
You will find that
Your life was so hollow.

Everything you achieved
Was of no consequence,
And so I ask you, my friend,
What are we living for?

You know you’re not immortal.
You know you are going to die one day.
And tell me, my friend,
Are you living only
To look forward to that day?

If so, then why don’t you die today?
Let me tell you the reason,
in his face.
And the question still remains,
What are we living for?
Thought about everything else,
But this one perplexing question

What’s all the toiling for,
What’s the use of the knowledge gained?
And if you say its to teach the ignorant
I ask you once again

Aren’t we and our race
going to become a part of ,
mother earth again.
And the question still remains,
What are we living for?

This quest for race, case and religion
Will end us up in oblivion,
Then why do we toil so much
To gain what we cannot retain forever?
Must this unending cycle continue
Or it not is there a way out, and what?

The question is perplexing
And to the mind quite taxing
But it will remain unsolved, this riddle:
What are we living for?

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