This person is confusing,
They're difficult to read,
Difficult for me to understand,
This person is me.
I don't know what I strive for,
If I did, I wouldn't know why,
I confuse myself a lot,
More than half the time.
Most people have goals,
Or something to look forward to,
I just live in the moment,
And I always have something to do.
I never understand me,
I don't think anyone does,
People just pretend,
Their reason, "just because".
I have no reasons for anything,
I don't ever know "why";
Just one day I'll be living,
And the next I'll die.