Pointless

There is no use; it will all come to an end. Whether it ends as a soft breeze,
or comes upon you like a ragging tornado.
Regardless of how it comes around it does,
and it is this thought that keeps me up at night wondering on whether or not all of this means anything, or if this life we have been given is all for not.
Are we simply here to suffer immense pain to amuse some sick and twisted God sitting in the clouds?
Or could we be here for some greater reason.
One our minds could not grasp even if it was told to us.
I do not know the answer to the answers,
yet the questions gnaw away at me day in and day out.