What's the meaning of life?

To live and die,

Or proser and survive?

Maybe it's to feel,

To see what's real.

 

In my eyes,

Life is a prize.

Sure you run it's maze

Back and forth 

Through tiring days.

 

But it's the adventure,

The ride

That gives us pleasure.

It's worth,

Stemming from it's course.

 

Living is a gift,

Each breath a brush stroke

On a canvas.

Choosing your colors

Picking the themes.

That's what makes life

So unique.