Maybe It's Just This That It’s All About!

Into this world beings come and go,

Why at all, this we just don’t know.

To explain this, theories we concoct

(In numbers, these being quite a lot),

But none of us really knows for sure

What it is that we’re down here for.

Maybe it’s all a dream, or some game,

Coming and going, repeating the same,

With no beginning and no ending,

Seeming real but only pretending,

With just no purpose other than this:

To come here and go without remiss.

Beings arriving, and soon going out:

Maybe it's just this that it’s all about!