I go through the day,
I go through the motions,
I go though my life,
faking these emotions.
What does it mean,
this world in which we dwell?
Could it be heaven,
could it be hell?
I don't remember
why I'm doing this.
Is there even meaning
in my meak existance?
Is my fate predestined,
or is someone pulling a string?
Am I mearly human,
or am I realy nothing?
Some day I'll learn
the reason I exist.
Untill then,
I'll decide to be an optimist.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
I go through the day,
I go through the motions,
I go though my life,
faking these emotions.
What does it mean,
this world in which we dwell?
Could it be heaven,
could it be hell?
I don't remember
why I'm doing this.
Is there even meaning
in my meak existance?
Is my fate predestined,
or is someone pulling a string?
Am I mearly human,
or am I realy nothing?
Some day I'll learn
the reason I exist.
Untill then,
I'll decide to be an optimist.
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