What's the Point?

What's the point of life, if there's nothing left, nothing left to live for? What's the point of living, if we're always left, always left wanting more? What's the point of love, if it doesn't last forever? What's the point of adoring who you adore, if they keep saying never? What's the point of right and wrong, if Karma doesn't sing her song? What's the point of life and death, if we already know we'll breathe our last breath?