Meaning

Do you have meaning? Or is it just artificial?

Were you born with a destiny?

Or did you just make one up?

Are you lying to your soul?

Or are you denying it?

Or, by some weird and wonderful chance,

Are you free?

Are you running through the woods of opportunity?

Loving every moment that you pass?

Do you even want a purpose?

Or does the idea of having a single goal in life,

make your heart shrivel with despair?

By the time the sun sets,

or the curtains fall,

or the coffin closes.

We will all be gone,

with only what we once owned,

and what we left behind.

If you death means nothing to an uncaring universe,

then make sure, with all you might,

that your life held the greatest importance.