The Candy Store

I'm trying to figure out the purpose of life.
Got a minute?  Can you give me a hand?
Is there rhyme or reason to this troubled time?
Whatever happened to heaven's plan?

Peace and justice; goodwill to all.
I've heard those reasons before.
But I keep waiting for that glorious day
when someone will open the candy store

and we will all sit down and eat our fill,
share the sweetness we all hold dear.
What is our purpose?  The meaning of this?
Can you help me, please?  Can you make it clear?

What if it's just "be happy each day?"
What if that's the bottom line?
Live for yourself and the good of all?
What of the need for heaven's signs?

How ever this started, eons ago,
long before history, before time and space,
we now have the means, but what of the will
to make this earth a remarkable place.

Perhaps it's our nature to question the cause.
Maybe we're made to pursue the more,
but I'd simply be happy to sit with you
when the doors swing open to the candy store.