December 16, 1998
What's the point of life?
I sit and I ponder.
The truth can cut like a knife.
A thunderbolt
And awakens me
With a jolt.
Like emotions, war, and hate.
Thinking about it makes me weary,
Maybe that is our fate.
Why are we full of contention?
Why can't we just love our brother?
Such things we cannot mention.
To make my life complete.
Tell my friends and family too,
To try not to compete.
For fortune or fame,
Just love your neighbor,
That's something we cannot tame.
Sometimes I wonder,
It hits me like
Some things just aren't necessary
Why do we all hate each other?
I know what I have to do,
To compete with each other,