The Meaning of the Life

The man creates,

The man destroys,

But is there truly a point?

When all of us turn into dust

After the breaking point…

We invent and we spend time

Studying the meaning of the life;

How unfortunate for us

That the time flies so damn fast;

How sad it is that in the end

We learn the rough truth –

That we indeed studied life

But never lived at all.

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