Time,
it passes so quickly
to steal away life.
How do I know what I'm doing is right?
How do I know I'm not wasting my life?
Just living day by day,
shouldn’t I have something to say?
A vast array
of flying colors.
My God, what if I die?
before I really live life?
Oh, no-
I'm gonna die!
Its inevitable!
cutting away at a line
bit by bit.
It doesn't stop!
until there's nothing of it,
of you,
of me!
This idea of death,
the end,
of never coming back
it terrifies me.
I'm smart.
I learn more everyday.
Im talented.
I can do so many things
with ease.
Im happy.
I smile any chance I get.
But what's it for?
Why are we here
to live
          then die?
No- there must be something more!
And not eternal life.
But why do we exist?
What did we miss?
I want to fight
and break away from the crowd, but
How do I know that that's what's right?
I could never be sure,
and this conflict inside
will never be fixed
until the day I die.