When we're living
We might already be dead.

When we're dying
We finally feel the pain
Of being alive.

So what does it mean?
Life.
Is it what you do with it?
Or some secret code
That no one knows about,
But could be lingering right in front of us?

Do we have to know ourselves,
Find ourselves,
Or be totally oblivious
To finally know
The meaning of life?