| Wake up the same each day. Shower, change and you're on your way. To school, to work, it matters not where. The fact is that you're always going... there... Going, coming it all becomes a blur. The people you meet, the faces you see. But, what does it all mean to me? Where am I going? Who am I, why am I here? What is it I love, or what is it I fear? I feel like this is all a dream, That something isn't quite the way it does seem. Reality fades, becomes a swirl. Makes you dizzy, 'till you gag and hurl. If you are just atoms, why do you breathe? If you are particles what thoughts do you conceive? What is the purpose of the our life? When it is so full of pain and strife. The only relief in sight is death. Our existance ceases after that breath. Why do we trude onward in a ring? Who will of our deeds, good or ill, sing? Where are we going? Where have we been? Why do we languish in our imposed sin? Look to the moon, look to the sun. Endless pain, fleeting fun. What means love, what is pain? What have we to lose, or gain? We are born to die, cursed with mortality, In the battle of life, our only weapon: Futility. |