Questions In Life Poem by chris schwartz

Questions in life.
Is he who has sufferedmost
In life,
The most likely to retrieve it?
Or is it him,
In life,
Who understands,
That all for which we live,
Is irretrievably lost?
Are we all,
After all,
Just merchants
In the undeniable quest
Buying our time
With money,
In a world,
Which cannot succeed?
Or, are we simply put,
Pieces on the chessboard of life
Simple objects,
Set in simple squares,
Placed delicately in accordance
As to how life rules?
Struggle if you must,
And take time to ponder your place,
If you choose.
There may be very little difference
Between the path of your choice
And the road which you long for.
Heaven and Hellis just a short descent,
To insanity, some say
For those who believe
In the great book.
For others,
The road is much rougher,
And less traveled.
Tis why I write.
To bond with the Quest,
Of many.