I was once given a question
'What is life?'
And I answered without hesitation
'It is our strife'

People are the here
People are the now
Things might not be as they appear
But that is what we must allow

We are the controlled
We aren't the controllers
Our existence is being sold
In a weight we cannot shoulder

Some see happy
While others see pain
But I think that's just sappy
'Cuz people are too plain

I don't hate this thing called life
But I refuse to love it just the same
The thought of accepting cuts me like a knife
And I can't help but be drawn into the game

Move this piece here
Shuffle and deal the deck
The answer isn't so clear
So I say, 'oh, what the heck'

I'll do what is expected
I'll live, I'll laugh, I'll die
So, that I won't be rejected
'Cuz I'm your average, dependent guy

I need this air to breathe
I need this earth for support
The world around me seethes
With people unwilling to cohort

So, I ask this question of you
'What is existence?'
I don't expect you to have a clue
For I have not a single instance

Life, death, and just simply being
Are they really any different
Don't they all share the same meaning
And leave you alone to suffer from repent

I tell you now, so I'm not too late
Existence isn't a choice
Living isn't something to debate
Being here means being given a voice

Tell me you're lost here in this world of artificiality
And I'll drag you out with everything I'm worth
'Cuz, kid, this is everyone's reality
And it's been that way since the day of your birth