Why do we reach for satisfaction when we inevitably fail?
Why do we question what we're supposed to hail?
Why don't we know what comes after our bitter end?
Why are we coached to smile and pretend?
From the time we are born to the time we die
We question if the life we're living is a lie
Is there more to it than money and greed?
Shouldn't answers be something we need?
Life is a game and we are controlled
Controlled by a higher power that has yet to be told
A voice stays in our minds, forever spewing nonsense
Reminding us of the time we have left and the time we've spent
We've read all the books, we've practiced all the faith
Yet no true answers are revealed about our fate
So we continue to reach, and inevitably fall
And wonder if there is something to catch us at all