Stage of Life (Age: 18)

We walk around aimlessly
Not understanding why.
Is there really a meaning
To our cheers and our cries?
Life is a staged production
We must stick to our roles.
But what are they exactly
Nobody really knows.
We're always struggling for
Fifteen minutes of fame.
But there's so much uncertainty
Within life's little games.
We question our existance
But nothing's ever clear.
We wonder what's our purpose.
We wonder why we're here.
The answer to these questions,
No one will ever know.
So why make life more difficult.
Just sit back and enjoy the show.

*I SWEAR I wrote this sitting in first period (accounting) and then I found out in second period (law) about the 911 incident!!! scary!*