Last Breath

"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.