I Wonder

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