Existence

Everything 

will die.

Then what’s

the

point?

What’s

the point 

to

life?

Why

life?

Why live

at all?

I 

think

therefore 

I die.

Was I

here to

learn,

to experience?

Was I 

here by 

chance,

kismet?

Is my

fleeting 

puff of

existence 

even

measurable?

Infinity,

time and

space.

I, unmeasurable!

Existence infinite,

as old as

time itself!

I will die,

but,

my existence 

never will.