Purpose of Existence
When we think of why we're put here,
this emotion comes over us called fear.
No one knows what this existence means,
we just come into this world made up of our genes.
Some think its all about the money and wealth,
others see it as longevity and health.
A few think its about power and the corporate latter,
but when you're gone, will any of that matter?
Life is simple, its just being dealt one card,
living and playing it, that's what makes it hard.
No one has the answer,
and we can't find the cure for cancer.
I think we all need to make our own difference,
and not judge another on your inference.
And there is one saying for all of us,
The purpose of life, is a life of purpose.
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