Philosophers are all trying,
To find the reason why we are here,
Why we are suffering and dying,
They are trying to conquer our deepest fear,
Plato says,
Life is various pure forms,
Forms that lost their identity on earth,
Forms trying to find their homes,
Forms that will resurface after death,
Saint Paul says,
Life is just a temporary phase,
A race we all must run,
And in every second of all days,
We are getting closer to heaven,
Hindu believe,
Life is indestructible,
After death it goes to other forms,
Too special and to be defined,
It conquers where death roams,
Isaac Newton says,
We should utilize this life to the fullest,
For we are to enjoy before the next,
We should play on the seashore,
As I found a prettier shell, there is always more,
Life is this; life is that, blah, blah, blah,
Life is what we make it somehow,
They may utter endless words going la la la,
But they forget that life is short, life is now,
