Why do we breathe When at death We have to stop breathing?
Why do we smile When the happiness, Fades away as we fall in darkness As all we have to face is sadness?
Why do we laugh When the next moment We only have to cry?
Why do we feel When at last, in haste, We're sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste? We feel nothing But the last beat When our heart stops beating.
Why do we refrain to sweat, To remove our odor with fake scent, With fake scent we illumine, But at last we smell like a human.
Why do we dress like gentlemen? And why do we spend on make-up When at last we'll all be corpses of men When at last all coffins identically shape-up Like a friend's or a fiend's, When you'll be just another ash or body buried beneath When you'll look just as dead No matter how good you look now instead.
Why do we earn? Why do we live for money? When it lives because of us For if we weren't there You won't have seen any printed face with a number On just a piece of paper When we won't take it away with us When we would leave everything Why do we built all these huge houses?
Why do we learn? When we don't learn to love It's rare that everyone knows you Even when you know enough And with you your mind buries in your grave.
All we do is forever scorn I wonder why no one thought, that Why are we even born? When we are destined to have a grave, become ashes, hath, She been beautiful, nothing like that matters, Doth they love thou? It's something they only know It's burnt with them It's buried with them Beside all their fellow mates Some were merchants, some beggars, They all went through the heaven's gate.
Why are we living? Why do we adhere? To the norms of life Why are we even here? Why are we moving ahead so fast? When it all end at last.