The Meaning of Life

Love. 
It's a theory that was created by someone, when?
They created it to give people a reason to live, right?
We're all walking this earth looking for a mate. 
We all fear dying alone, 
Maybe my thought is revolutionary;
I am not afraid of dying alone, 
(I'd prefer it that way)
But i am afraid of living alone,
Although it's probably safer that way.

Love is a theory. 
Its exsistence is questionable. 
Love is firey, 
As well as hate.
I feel no fire,
Nothing red inside me burns.
I love none, 
And i cannot hate.
If love and hate are both feelings of passion and fire,
Are love and hate the same?
Can you hate someone you love(d)?
Can you love someone you hate(d)?
Do love and hate even exist?
Like heaven and hell;
It depends who you ask.

So why are we living?
If we're all living for love
And we're all falling into hate.
If these theories don't exist, 
Are we living just to play the game?

Do we circle the board,
Around and around, 
Try to make money, 
Try not to sell out, 
Never caring if the ones around you win or lose,
But never winning the game yourself. 

So if there is no love,
No hate, 
No winning the game;
Why are we here?
What is the point?

If there is no heaven,
No hell,
Only sky;
Where are we going?
Where are we now?

How can i live every day like it's my last, 
If i don't know what i'm living for?
Inside i know my heart is beating, 
You could cut me open and see that with your own two eyes,
But where is my soul?
Where are my thoughts?
Where does love come from,
If it exists?
What am i doing here? 
Am i as revolutionary as i think?
What is my purpose? 
Whats the point?