The Meaning of Life
We searched the sands of every beach,
Of every coast and shore.
We climbed the cliffs beyond our reach,
And scanned the ocean floor.
And all the sages lost and learned,
With all the pages tossed and turned,
In all their phases, frost to burn,
Have had their guess to give.
We heard the sermons priests will preach,
The wonderland they show.
We trust the stuff that teachers teach,
But do we truly know?
There is no mighty master plan,
No underworld to understand.
There's only what you will and can.
The meaning of life is to live.
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