Life

What is life really about? The answer an echo, the question a shout. Great minds think alike, so no one really knows. I guess anything is possible, so curiosity gross. Was life just an accident, waiting to happen? Is there someone upstairs, watching and laughing? Or are we all alone, just us on this rock. Spinning thru space until the day we stop. It's hard to say. The truth has its flaws. Maybe we should pray, I'll take a second to pause. The silence is boundless, like the stars in space. The answers are soundless, without a face. No one really knows, so who can really say? Life I suppose is just one big play. So until the curtain falls, do your best. Live life to the fullest, until you're laid to rest.