At some point we all ask ourselves
why we do exist,
Why life keeps going on and on
until we are dismissed.
We try to create a meaning,
to the meaningless of it all,
A meaning that will help us up,
when life will make us fall.
"You have to make the most of it"
is what people say,
The most of school, the most of work
the most of every day.
The days build up to years
and time will pass us by,
We'll soon begin to wonder
if life just is a lie.
We lie when we are buying
those things we never desired,
We lie when we are living,
when all we are is tired.
Our smiles keeps fading more and more,
our laughs are never real,
We keep on dreaming of love,
yet sorrow is all we feel.
When we get old and tired
waiting to be dismissed,
That's the time we'll question,
if we ever did exist.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
At some point we all ask ourselves
why we do exist,
Why life keeps going on and on
until we are dismissed.
We try to create a meaning,
to the meaningless of it all,
A meaning that will help us up,
when life will make us fall.
"You have to make the most of it"
is what people say,
The most of school, the most of work
the most of every day.
The days build up to years
and time will pass us by,
We'll soon begin to wonder
if life just is a lie.
We lie when we are buying
those things we never desired,
We lie when we are living,
when all we are is tired.
Our smiles keeps fading more and more,
our laughs are never real,
We keep on dreaming of love,
yet sorrow is all we feel.
When we get old and tired
waiting to be dismissed,
That's the time we'll question,
if we ever did exist.