Lost

So I wrote this a couple weeks back and just wanted to share it...

What's is the point?
Of living...
Of moving...
Of working and working
And wearing yourself out?

What is the reason?
For love...
Of living for someone else,
Or being miserable because
The someone else isn't there.

Why do we do this thing called life?
For love?
For money?
For success?
Or because there is no other option...
None of these things will carry over pass the grave

So I ask again
What is the point?
Is there one?
Yes...
Of course there is
I just haven't found it yet.