Treasure Island

Jacob Gifford

(1995 / plano Illinois)

what is the point of life


What is the point of life if it is just disappointments?
What is the point of life if we are just going to die?
What is the point of life if we just get divorced?
What is the point of life if we just get in trouble?

What is the point of life if we are just sad?
What is the point of life if we just fight?
What is the point of life if we feel pain?
What is the point of life if we just hurt each other?
I know what the point of life is!
the feelings i have for the one i truly love.

Submitted: Monday, December 15, 2008
Edited: Monday, December 15, 2008

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  • Izik Alcox (12/17/2008 9:35:00 PM)

    very well ended, I thought I'd have to rant to you about the points of life but it seems your on the right track. (Report) Reply

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