What is the meaning of life?

Here goes that question again, and just like last time it bothers me till I'm dizzy and spin. What I'm here for, is it not clear to see? All this goodness and yet damnation is all that awaits me? I'm tired of fighting and pleading, planting a seed is supposed to be what I'm feeding. Bleeding and teething on a wheeless display, dismay and disarray flying in to blow my day, with my hands raised to the clouds to say, "why oh why, may I...