The Meaning Of Life Poem by Peter Strugnell

And on this earth I tread my little pathway,
there's no need to stop and wonder why,
life continues and unrolls like a highway,
there is no plan or destiny that's mine.

I no longer have to have a reason,
light diffuses slowly with the seasons,
no sudden revelation or blinding vision,
and for life there is no meaning hidden.

There are no points to be won for later,
no judgement of who was worse or better,
beyond the clouds there 's nothing but ether,
and there's no one there to keep the score.

We should all be very conscious,
that our lives are dear and precious,
there's no room to be cruel and callous,
We only have but one life to live.

No regrets, no reason to be crying,
the stars above will keep on shining,
the oceans ebb and the moon is rising,
we live but we were all born to die.

So I've ceased my futile searching,
I don't think that life is for suffering,
the monkey on my back I've been carrying,
knows the answer to the meaning of life.