Out of this world I suppose
The thing I wanted
The thing I craved
Is nothing beneath the surface

Should I really be here?
People whispering
People gathering
People hardworking
Just to achieve something they...
Thought they need

Are we really in this world just to play along?
When I was a kid, all I thought was
Everything we step on
The grass, the ground, even the mud outside
Was all part of a big playground
Where we are tested
Looked upon, and judged

Others always ask,
"How can I be truly happy?"
Which is I second the motion
Things, foods, places
People always find the way to achieve that kind of feeling
Even when it takes to let themselves be lost

Can I ask,
How can we truly end this?
All this suffering, sadness, unknowingness
Without getting depressed on how will we do it?

The solution?
Out of this world, I suppose