Often wondered
What death is like
A big nothing?
Or something more?
Hard to believe
There is anything
So, guess you're gone
And life goes on
Often pondered
Purpose of life
To be in love?
To raise children?
Hard to believe
There is a point
No comfort here
Just blood and bones
No magic here
Just daily grind
Desolation
Stripped of meaning
Cold here at night, with this outlook
Days stretch ahead, with no purpose
A pragmatic
Cynical core
Gotta find it, reason to live
Not existing, that doesn't count
Must be joy here
If I look hard
Teach me, my love
What this life means
Show me my reasons
To keep going on
Oh, I wonder
How I wonder
What will become
Of this tired soul