What is this,
This thing they call life?
There's many of them, that's what I know,
But what does it mean?
Why are we here,
Here
Of all places?

Tiny rocks 
Flying through
Empty air.
What did we have to do with it?
What will we do,
What can we do,
To change our starship's course?

What is this thing,
This accidental happening they call life?
There's only so many of them.
Why do we take them,
Ignore them,
Destroy them?
What is our purpose
If not to dig our own graves?

Existing
Surviving
Breathing
Enjoying
Laughing
Crying
Creating
Finding
Discovering
Wondering
Living
Dying

All to describe
This thing,
This wonderful, terrible thing
They call life.