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 © | Year Posted 2015

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