What's the meaning of life?
Why are we here?
What do dreams mean?
Why are they there?
Why do we cry?
Why do we sing?
Why do we feel?
Why do we hurt?
But most importantly,
Why are there so many questions left unanswered?
It's sad to say not every gets their answers

Maybe we feel empty because we left pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love, and maybe we feel sad because love is deceiving. Maybe we feel broken because the things that used to fix us are broken as well, and maybe we cry because there are so many questions left unanswered. Maybe we hurt because someone has to feel the pain. Maybe, just maybe.

In the morning when you open your eyes
Say hello to the birds and butterflies
Smell the fresh air and gaze at the beautiful sky
Listen to the crickets and watch the sunrise
Because life is short but it's a beautiful thing.

What happens to a heart deferred?
Does it burst like a bubble?
Or crumble like sand?
And then fall out of your hand.
Does it crack like sidewalk?
Or crumple like paper?
Maybe it just fades away.
Like a stormy day.
Or does it simply burst like a bubble?