Mostly Depressing Poetry

Living

 Why does it matter?

Any of it?

Seriously?

What is the point of our life,

If we all die anyway?

Why do we go to school for 13 years of our lives,

Just to have wasted that time that we could have lived?

Why do we work for 40 to 50 years just to make ends meet?

Why try to make ends meet if we die anyway?

What's the point?

Why does it matter?

Why do we have to follow rules,

If we're just to die anyway?

Why do we try to please those in our lives?

if it doesn't matter in the end anyway?

Why is life the way it is?

I don't think I can answer why...

When I was younger,

I asked why everyone couldn't just get one of everything for free.

Why did we have to pay for us to live?

Yes sure, such a communistic way to think about it,

But it made sense!

No one would be jealous about something someone else had.

No one would need to fight over money.

Why do we strive to do better than our peers?

We end up the same way anyway.

Dead, 6 feet into the ground.

What's the point of living if we don't get to live forever?

What's the point of earning money,

When we're just going to spend it all later?

Surely there's some reason we're put onto the earth?

Otherwise, what's the point in living?

The memories we have, will it even last forever?

How does it feel...

When we die?

As someone who doesn't go to church,

 And only believes if she sees,

How am I sure there's a heaven or hell waiting for me?

What if there's nothing at all?

You think of other people dying,

and find it normal...

But think about if your own eyes were to shut forever...

Would we only see a black void?

Would we have empty thoughts?

Or is it- when we die, our being.. 

Just stops being a being...

Do we just die?

That's it?

Our life just gone,

In an instance?

Do we never get to see, feel, touch, taste, or hear ever again?

Or maybe,

Do we get reincarnated as someone else?

Not knowing who we were in our past life,

But growing into another?

Try imagining it for a moment...

Is your mind as lost as mine?

Swirling images of nothingness?

To the point your brain hurts?

We don't know what is coming after our death..

But the reason we live,

Is to make every moment we can,

Slowly trying to make the earth better...

For all future generations.

SO we might as well try to make the most of it...

While we're still here.

Memento Mori.