Is this all that there is?
Or is there something I am missing?
There has to be more!
Look at this place!
Is it not far from perfect?
Shouldn’t something be waiting for us?
Some new twist in our stories?
Are we in a book?
Living our stories over again and again?
Once we leave, will we be forgotten?
Or will we live on?
In the hearts and minds of so many?
Will we leave our mark?
Here amongst the few?
Or will we be just another of the ones whose life was empty?
Devoid of any meaning but to us?
Is this all that there is?
Or is there something that I am missing?