Life is a fickle game where no one will win,
The meaning of life is in the creation,
And the creation is a human construct,
People make up things in order to get through life,
Some may say that living your life is just like killing yourself,
only it takes longer,
But what if that’s what I want?
They may also say to forget about meaning and think about enjoying the moment,
I suppose that there is beauty in the moment,
But what about beyond that?
People come and go,
And life is life,
It’s a mystery,
A nightmare dressed up as a daydream,
To me it’s ultimately meaningless.
And the fact that i’m burned out doesn’t help.

What are you going to tell me?
That I can’t see anything properly when my eyes are blurred with tears?
That i’m just a bit upset and i’ll get over it?
That with my kind of mentality it’s no wonder i’m so sad?
But what if I stopped crying a long time ago?
What if i don’t feel sadness?
What if i’m just numb?
What if I don’t know why I feel the way I do?
What will you say then?

Daylight, it seems seldom seen
Your absence tells which season's close
Time to reflect on months gone by,
Darken thoughts begin to flow

Passing smiles caught through busy streets
Searching for warmth indoors in front of fires
Glasses clink, toasting the year's end
Solemn thoughts of moments never shared

One last farewell, to yet another year
It's late now, a window candle is lit
One more drink poured, the last stories shared
Another year, things change, the same thoughts afflict