why are we born in this world just to suffer,
to reach for unacheivable goals.
Drowned all day in naught but sorrow
until death swallows us all.
Squirming in anguish in this plane of existence,
awaiting for the ending,
thoughtlessly stagger in every direction
only to end up at the beginning.
The empty void is what is to come,
your goals and dreams don't matter,
it'll all flow backs into the hollow anyway,
and then, conciousness will shatter.
Gaze into the future of 10 years from now,
wherever will I be then?
labouring sweats to earn basic living,
or in the grave, a dead men?
Life in the end will always terminate
and die, and burn into ashe,
happiness, sadness, evny, anger,
all will be gone in a flash.
