Because it's not worth it, it never was and it never will be, because life is pointless and it's nothing more than a punishment for all you've been and all you will be if you don't stop this madness now, because you, you, you are--*

Yet I look at a blooming flower twice,
hear the rain pouring outside,
see the wrinkles of our earth,
and wonder if it would be wise to believe for sorrow's end.

Yet I look at a rotten face twice,
hear the last beats of a heart,
see the wrinkles in our very being,
and wonder if we somehow managed to reach the end.

Yet I look at a smiling face twice,
hear the ****** of children's laughter,
see the wrinkles of elder's stories,
and wonder how we've managed to reach both ends.