a riddle called life

whats the point?

why are we here?
where from did come, this life so dear?

what created the you and me?

who made the life that all around I see?

from eye to tear--from tree to fear,
even the voice inside I hear,
made by who --will I ever know 
a wonder at what lies -- after livings show
maybe death will answer what we don't know--maybe a riddle that life should never know
maybe a point is hidden within--the wonder does bestow