Hobbies are just sugarcoated,
we do them as we wait death.
Birthdays are just glorified,
it signifies that our time ticks too fast.
I still don't get the point of existence,
if we'll all end up as wormed skeletons.
Life is just filled with questioned essence,
Anytime, it will just end up.
Why do we still need to live—
if anytime, we die?
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
Hobbies are just sugarcoated,
we do them as we wait death.
Birthdays are just glorified,
it signifies that our time ticks too fast.
I still don't get the point of existence,
if we'll all end up as wormed skeletons.
Life is just filled with questioned essence,
Anytime, it will just end up.
Why do we still need to live—
if anytime, we die?
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