Questions In the Sky

I stand here and gaze at the stars in the sky, And wonder what happens to me when I die. But harder to see with my very own eye, Is purpose of life as it passes me by. I must first consider the where, when, and why? And who it was or what it was, that caused my goodbye. What was important, whether girl or a guy? A purposeful life, or is that just a lie? Was it important, the people I knew? Or what I did or didn’t do. Was it what I learned as my knowledge grew? Or what I passed on, at least to a few. My soul sends its message in pure clarity, My purpose in life was that I became me.