The Goal in life, what is it? To be loved? To have a family?
To be successful in the eyes of everyone, too please everyone?
Why? why do they matter? Their opinions? Then again, in this world,
You can never be safe from ridicule. Try and please everyone?
People pleaser, your doing it for the attention.
Go against that, do things for your self, your plain old selfish.
So now Im here, without a **** clue of what to do,
whether or not I did, or have done the right thing,
Maybe that's for me, and me alone to decide, **** what others think.
Justice, injustice, right and wrong,
Maybe these are all undefined to us at birth, we create the meaning.
We create a meaning behind them, as we do our lives,
we are the writers of our life. Why be bound by a single thing,
When we have an entire, beautiful earth before our eyes?