What If?

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by Eshahir

by Eshahir

What if life is pointless?
What if, when we're dead,
What if all that's left for us,
Is emptiness, or dread?

What if God really does exist?
Would that mean it is cruel?
Because reality is torture,
And God is reality's fuel.

Or, maybe we're a computer game,
The way that life is played;
Maybe we're just software,
And our code is already made.

What if we're all dreaming?
What if, when we wake,
We're all just part of a poem,
Written by some random fake?

I have a million questions;
These are just a few -
And maybe you can't answer them;
You probably would if you knew.

But, I have another question,
The scariest, I'm sure:
What if all of this is it?
What if life's just this unsure?

But surely that just isn't true!
This can't be all there is!
They told me life's supposed to be
All happiness and bliss...

But what if we're just lying?
What if this is it?
What if this is all we have?
Just blood, and dirt, and grit.

So we will try, and we will fall,
And we may make things worse,
This world may turn to chaos, but,
We will leave it in a hearse.