Is There a Point To Life
There is a chill in the air
The leaves blowing all around
People are sitting together
As I am all alone
Laying on this hill
Thinking of the point of life
Are we just born to die?
Is there any point to life at all?
Nobody really knows
It is all just a mystery
are we even alive or are we already dead
Is this life for real
Or is this the after life
think about that
Copyright © Matt Forshay | Year Posted 2015
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