What then is life?
A dream, a mirage?
A fantasy, a wish?
A joke, a play?
What then is life?
You can't decide when to come,
You still can't decide when to leave,
Everything is predetermined.
What then is life?
To take it lightly or seriously?
To make great plans or live by the day?
To take risks or stay safe?
One day, a person is here,
The next, the person is gone.
Babies are born,
Mothers are gone.
No one deserves death,
Yet, we will all pay the debt,
When? The big question.
You do not know.
So, again I ask,
What then is life?
A joke, a play?
A fantasy, a wish?
