To life there really is no meaning,
all and all it's simply being.
To cherish the touch of pleasure,
or wine and dine in equal measure?
To have a good time,
is that how you unwind?
To amass wealth beyond belief,
will that bring you relief?
To be famous or rare,
and trust masses will care?
To give rather than receive,
is selflessness what you believe?
To leave the world a better place,
for humankind of every race?
To moderate in every way,
and keep indulgence far at bay?
To explore and be adventurous,
and put your limits to the test?
To pass along your selfish genes,
immortalize by any means?
To believe in God or faith in being,
does even that have any meaning?
To perfect one's self to be the best,
far overreaching all the rest?
To overcome the struggle of life,
and charge headlong through all the strife?
To love forever as the dove,
do all you really need is love?
To gain wisdom, knowledge, philosophy,
is that your reason for reality?
Or is it fitting we decide,
not why but how we live or die?
To life there really is no meaning,
all and all it's simply being....you.