What's Next?

Why do people live their lives
Scurrying about like squirrels in the park
Running their nine to five lives
Filling their nights partying even till sunrise
Or, living like zombies from Mondays to Fridays
And living it up from Saturdays to Sundays, and public holidays

Why do people race through life
Either living very much in the past, present, or the future
And not realize each passing day is sliding us towards eternity
Is the ever expanding galaxy an apt metaphor for eternal life
And the black hole a frightful metaphor for hell
And what if there really is a heaven and a hell

And so, the most important thing in life perhaps
Is to ponder where you and I will be heading towards
When our body switches off in this life
What's next?