What is life all about?, will we ever work it out
the only thing that’s clear, is I’m alive and I’m here
life can be deceiving, if you try to find meaning
thoughts can be misleading,
Am i dreaming that I’m sleeping
life seems so confusing but,
our existence must mean something
We're all too busy working, trying to earn a living
we could be in a simulation, illusion in the flesh
our reality fragmented by each experience just fits
we only see what we believe we see
we only feel what we believe we feel
if life is just coordinated mess
and we find we don't really exist
then I’m not even writing this
it’s been programmed in my mind
nothing changes we still feel alive
we still feel pain and we're still going to die
everything changes and people will cry
because life is so precious and we don’t know why
Life is so precious I think I know why?
everyone laughs and everyone cries
everyone hurts and everyone heals
everyone sleeps and everyone dreams
everyone is unique, and everyone breathes
everyone lives and everyone dies
we share the same fate, we share the same time
we share the same earth, we share the same sky
We ask the same question, that question is why?????????????
