Every thing under the sun
Lays in the sum of the world
Homosaphiens calcuate science
In the memories of the past
And as they multiplied
They tried to understand their historical graphs
While the sheeps get slaughtered
And children are taught our
Habits repeating their tasks
I heard a man say
We are living in futility
Each of us owned by talents
And abilities
Behind the flesh of a mask
Our hearts beat separately
Together yet differently
We survive the good
tempered by bad
Nothings really matters
As matters are gathered
Their futile in the bed of our death
Yet what is our path
Following time
With the sun and moons ryhme
We spin on the earth in a skeletons
Worth
never knowing why thoughts
Control minds
We contemplate
Reason in four separate seasons
Completing the days into years
But have you asked yourself the question
Why the answer is a lesson
You still haven't learned as a man
Why are you here
Living in the fear
That your age just may not last