Reality is cruel

I totally understand it does not make a lot of sense and is a rather dark one again.

Is life just a journey?
Is it but one piece
of a road that turns in-
to deaths warm embrace.

Is love imagination?
Given life by poets like me.
Or is it expectation,
of what in life we need.

Is happiness a feeling,
of joy and accomplishment.
Is sadness unappealing,
to all a punishment.

Is there hope for those
without a place in life.
Is there one who knows?
solution for this strife.

Does one end start another?
Is there a final stop?
Should i even bother
Before dead i drop.

Does life have a meaning?
is there a higher plan?
is there someone weaving,
our fate who understands?

That this is not perfect,
reality is cruel.
Most of us are defects,
Only some will rule.