Life? What is it you ask?
No one really knows. I mean whats the point?
To have fun?
To go to school your First quarter and then spend your next three working?
Is there a lesson to be learned?
Or are you Just waiting your whole life for the afterlife?
What if this is the afterlife?
What if we just keep reseting every time we die, just forgetting what happened in our previous life.
The world will never know, but there has to be curiosity in ones life, am I right?

Never stop caring about the little things in life
Never stop dreaming or give into strife
Never stop wondering, are we on our own
Never stop thinking has your spirituality grown

Never stop building bridges that leads to better tomorrows
Never stop trying or give into sorrow
Never stop feeling amazed at the beauty that surrounds you
Never stop hearing the music or give into the blues

Never stop pushing away negative thoughts that make you feel sad
Never stop looking at the all the miracles we have had
Never stop loving the ones you hold dear
Never stop giving or give into the fear

Never stop smiling and look forward to each new day
Never stop shining in your own special way
Never forget that all storms will clear
Remember brighter tomorrows are always near

Writing a poem is not easy
Because the words have to come from
Both your brain and heart, mixed with your blood.
The words must haunt you for days, they must tease you for hours
Before they see the light on the paper or in the monitor, leaving you
With a sense of contentment that can hardly be told even through a poem!