Afterlife

Don't you think it's kinda weird That we'll all just disappear? When it's time, we have to go No turning back Never same form Someday we'll all be goners Why doesn't this bother Anyone but me? You say we'll be free But I'm not sure I believe We'll all go up and see The god who you all believe is up there You say you'll go into the sky And hang out with the Big Guy for eternity And it'll be a peaceful place But that doesn't seem right Seems like such a waste of time Why such a short life then go there? What's the point of living once? What's the point of the lessons? If we don't ever come back here What's the point of experience? What's the point of enlightenment? What's the point of finding out ourselves? Don't you think it's kinda weird No one believes in reincarnation here We'll all come back in different form To continue our path in fulfilling our souls