• Life is a mysterious thing,
    We ponder at it but no answers come of it.

    It entails misery and sorrow alone at times,
    For all we are are things waiting to die.

    Happiness can occur on the bleakest of days,
    How things like this can happen is unkown.

    Through the tragic times we survive,
    The happiest we cherish.

    Memories of happiness overtake the sad,
    Leaving us back t the question.

    Why do we exist?

    We simply live and wait to die,
    Live out our lives and improve them for the next,
    Even they wait to die though.

    Why were we put on this world?

    Simply to relive the same cycle over again?

    We may not know for awhile,
    So now we wait here for the same purpose as others.