Thoughts Poem by Howard Leek

A room full of people,
I wonder what's being considered,
Love, loss and despair?
Well i'd hope so,
If it was I in deaths row's chair

Or would I care more,
For the conscious of those I'm before,
And wish for them to find righteousness,
So they can go on living without a care.

Perhaps that's a bit harsh,
What's life's purpose after all,
Is it to find God?
To seek right from wrong?
Or to seek logic in 1 + 1?
To ask, why we live as we do?
Is this someones master-plan?
Or are we really doomed?
Will humanity live on forever?
Does it even matter?
As we all die relatively soon.