The Meaning Of Life

                   Is life just a dream in passing?
                     And if so, how will it end?
                 Why do we so take for granted
             That which can end in an eye's blinking?
              To wander through the hours and days
             Seeking the comforts of daily repititions
       Only to find, when lying upon a softened sheet
            How hollow such an existence is indeed
            Why so trust in the coming of tommorrow
    If there is no real certainty in the span of a single day?
                            Better to live life within the passing of moments, to grasp the opportunity
         Of every chance to live life like you've got a pair (lol)
                                   What is the meaning of life? I know not an answer to the question
         But instead relay the essence of my perspective,
                                    "To walk softly and run surefootedly, throughout the lanscape
            Of that which we call 'our land, our home'
                                     To be true to myself, to those I love, to those who deserve
                To be within the circle of my respect."

                                       "Ask not where this path leads if the journey be beautiful..."

Author's Note

just thoughts...