The Meaning of Life

In some form of form or idea,
My  existence did predate,
This current stint on Earth,
As a semi-dictated state.
I was not consulted at conception,
And never was I told at birth;
Yet took the challenge with a cynical cry,
Of this chanceful life on earth.
Hard I worked since, day in day out,
A new journey started with a new plan,
To make my sojourn a happy one,
And keep me live for long I can.
I scrambled for meaning and goal,
And so long I lived, happy or sad;
Thankful of that fateful whole,
And never blaming mam and dad.
But that imminent collapse of life,
That other unknown, dictated state,
Keeps me heavy in the heart,
Questioning my lively fate.