The Meaning of Life
What is the meaning of life we all ask,
The answer to this is an infinite task;
With so many mysteries it's hard to explain,
To try and unravel can drive you insane;
You live just to die, you die just to live,
The more that you take, the less that you give;
With all that you gain, still nothing you own,
In the end all you have, is a hole and a stone.
Copyright © Alfredo Rubio | Year Posted 2012
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