What is life.
So many would ask.
What is the object.
Behind the mask.

Some see the good.
Like rainbows and sun.
A joyous thing.
In which we run.

Some see the bad.
Like pain and tears.
Afraid to live.
Because of their fears.

What do I think.
I'll tell you my dear.
Death comes to all.
Our time is short here.

Life has no meaning.
It's to quick to sever.
Death is what matters.
It lasts forever.