We are nothing but mindless drones,
Wandering from daily chore to chore,
With the goal in mind, yet no one knows what they really want
You lose. A lot.
As the sun exists, so do shadows.
But eventually you get through it.
It's like running, it hurts now, but eventually it gets better.
You just have to keep going.
Or else you get left behind.
And that's the truth.