What's it all about anyway.

If we are born to die slowly over time. 

If we all experience the world we live in how many dwell. 

If it's not about the journey but the destination. 

The anyone, anyhow, anything approach. 

If it's about happiness why is there so much loss. 

If it's not about who you are or what you did or wanted or achieved. 

Is there much to hold on two, much to say, more or less the right way. 
The life they thrust on you, the life you've been given but what happens to a gift. 

It's unwrapped, played with, broken and tossed away in a bag or box. 

What's it about absolutely every day every morning, the  moment,the minutes, and the rest we are promised when the any events, or eventuality is eventually at the end. 

Who can say anything about the what's, what's going to happen to you, what's going to be your most treasured success. 

Not what you want, not what you leave as an inheritance, not another person who feels the chills that enigmatic again, cause your gone. 

I guess it's about a little bit of something, who tried to accomplish and complete. 

What matters the most important to them in the existence as they know it.