Life's existence, a question we ponder,
In the grand scheme of the cosmos, do we wander?
Is it all but a selfish, endless fight,
Or does purpose hide in the darkest night?

We search for meaning, in each fleeting breath,
In the face of mortality, we dance with death.
Yet, amidst the struggle, we find moments so pure,
Love, laughter, and dreams, our motives obscure.

Life's worth is a riddle, with no one reply,
A journey we're on, 'neath the same blue sky.
In the end, perhaps, it's the journey we treasure,
For life's meaning lies not in the end, but the measure.
© Jugnoo