Why?

Gail Mitchell ©1982

What is the reason for life?

There’s no hope,

Only dreams

And wherever you go everything seems

Just the same.

From the moment of birth

To the second of death

You’re always alone.

For no matter how hard anyone of us tries

It’s impossible to fathom the unendable size

Of the meaning of life.

Yet through the chaos and tension life still goes on.

There seems no reason

Except maybe one?

The thought that somebody somewhere has found a song

That will light up the heart and bring peace.