I wonder sometimes ,What is the point of living?
When the only certainty in this life is that I will die .
People , things ,time , place will change with time
But in the end , we will all lie in coffin
I wonder sometimes , What is the point on waking ?
When I live more freely in the land of my dreams
I am bounded by rules and all restrictions to live my life.
Is it not better , to keep on sleeping ?
I wonder sometimes,What is the point running behind time?
All this time, I have been running behind to catch up for all moments lost,
But it does not wait for me , when I try to get up from falling.
And I know, I will never have it in my hand ,at least not for this lifetime .
I wonder sometimes, What is the point of smiling?
Life will always find a way to snatch it from you.
So , why should I pretend that I am happy when I am sad .
Why keep the pretense ,it all hurts to keep on feeling.
I wonder sometimes , What is the point of working ?
There is no one who appreciates and notices the hard work ,
Everyone looks for mistakes , just to criticize ,
And for money , which keeps all just for the big game playing .
There is no point in anything that exists ,
If you see the way I look the world .
But that does not stop me from living just the same ,
And being the cynical and pessimist .