You say that your life is wretched
And the words that flow from your pen say the same
But can you not tell
Your ink is tarnished
No luster, no light
Just like the thoughts that go through your mind
You treat life as an enemy
When really it should be your friend
You push yourself in the dark
To blind yourself
To hate yourself
But why
Is it for that tarnished ink that flows from your eyes
To a paper that tells of a demise
Of a life you wished, but can never see
A life you can never grasp
Or so you believe
It's in front of you
But you don't know
For you are blind by that tarnished ink of yours

Our life
What's the point of it all
When all fade into oblivion
Are we entertainers
Is our destiny that many talk of, a show
To an audience who we don't even know
But who are the audiences
And why even watch
A saddening tale of broken hearts
Is the freewill that so many of us cling to
Not even there
Only an illusion that we can't bare

No, it's not

We are not puppets
We don't entertain
The audiences that watch us
Are not even there
There an illusion that can't stare
Back at the many who say that they're there

Then there's no point to life
Or so one might conclude
The ones who feel the blues
Who never truly realize that life is filled with anew
Who can't look at the light for so long
Fearing it would run
Away
And to be left in the dark
But we must remember there is no point
But it is us who make one
Live the life you want
For life is light and just like it
It diminishes
Taking us with it