Don't Let the Good Life Pass You By

When do you know when life has passed you by? When the stars dim and the sun loses shine? When the windy breeze leaves you high and dry? Is that when you’ve reached the end of the line? How can you tell when a life has been lived? When your heart begins to shiver and freeze? When fellowship begins to fall adrift? Is my existence worth more than a tree’s? What is meaning in a life of despair? When overthinking shadows my being? When death is imminent in my affairs? Is life meant to be lived through unseeing? As I lay to rest under setting sun I hope I live for once before it's done.