What's The Use?
 
 

Brought into this world
Forced to live
I didn't ask to be born
Yet here I am
Surrounded by difficulty
Sorrow, injustice.
What's the use of it all
If after a while I'll surely fall
Die and be forgotten.
No matter how hard I strive
I cannot stay alive.
So what's the sense of my birth
What's the purpose of my life on earth?
If I work hard to succeed
If I have all I need
If I'm happy or sad
Whether I'm good or I'm bad
My life will eventually come to an end.
So what's the use of trying
To become what I'm not
What's the use of thriving
And achieving a lot
When I could just lay back
Do nothing at all
And wait for the day that I'll take my last breath
The day I'll be called upon by death.
 

© 14 March 1998