Nothingness

My last Portfolio Piece. My second poem. Doesn't read as interesting as it did intially--atleast to me.

To be, or not to be,
Was that really the question?
Isn’t it just smarter to wonder,
If Being is the end of it all?
Should we not then ponder
If Being is only the beginning?
I suppose I could suppose
Being to be the end.

I looked it up in a book once
It told me I was wrong.
“Life hath no meaning,” It said.
“Life is just a song.”
But if life is just a song,
Then what might be the words?
And if I don’t know the words to life,
Then how do I go on?

That I exist is more important,
Then why I exist at all.
So said someone to me once,
And I think the same said Sartre.
And each day I live, I wonder,
If Being is the end as such.
Someday perhaps Sartre could tell me
Why this being hurts so much.