“What is the meaning of life?”
A teacher asked of me
In one of my vivid dreams.
I cannot recall how I answered
Though every other wacky scene
Of that dream is in my memory.
My answer had gone up in smoke
But it made me wonder
If the meaning of life, its purpose
Is hidden in our subconscious.
An answer secret even to us
But it tells us what is right
The meaning of life is ambiguous
different and the same
For every living soul.
Our everyday journey
Through chaos and sanity
Is the road to that elusive answer.
I believe it can only be known
When one knocks on Death’s door
And sees the purpose of their life
Just as their last breath leaves.
Kember's Journey 