life is supposed to mean something

yet for some
it doesn’t
it’s just another day to do
nothing
it’s just another time to have
selfish needs met
it’s just another hour to be
pleased

thinking only of self
and how to make that feel good

to others
life is breath
a meaning more than living
a deepness that is touched
by being love
for others
a closeness of the self
they were meant to be

life is something
that if lost
can never be gained back

we only live once

why do some want to waste it
why do some not want to talk
about the One who created it
why do some only hope for the best
after life
instead of learning
and knowing
and embracing what’s next

one thing’s for sure
I’m tired of having thoughts
that welcome death