At times we might ponder the question As to the reasons, mankind is here And the purpose, of our existence The meaning, of our lives, unclear We stay young, and strong, for a while And try to live life, according to plan We play the cards, that we are dealt And try to survive, the best, that we can So, we can never predict the future Or control, the things that might happen We can only, react to events And work through, the trials, and the pain Because the day, will no sooner arrive That we will approach, the end of this show And get ready, for the day we move on But the question, is where we're going to The Question, the Question