Though sometimes it’s unclear,
Life has a point,
Sometimes you see it,
Others you don’t,
This is true,
We live,
Then we die,
But we can’t do anything about it,
In the meantime,
Though some people think there’s a way out,
No more of life do they want,
But theory states,
We live,
Then we die,
What’s the point,
Of forcing an end,
When you can live on,
And make something of it,
You’d still get your wish,
You’d get an end.
But instead, you’d end it,
With no regrets.