All the things we base our life upon, the things we hold at heart and mind,
Are they even going to matter when we leave this world behind,
Will they place some signifigant meaning to the world you hope to forget,
All the things that matter now won’t later, even the things that haven’t mattered yet.
Is our purpose to live life searching for a purpose to give our existence more meaning, it just doesn’t seem right,
We concentrate so intently on our search that we take for granted what may be better understanding and deeper incite,
Will we learn the secrets to life before its to late,
It seems as if its our own lives we desecrate.
Sometimes I worry that by the time I’m done thinking about it, my whole life will have passed me by,
I just wish the laws of my so called reality I could defy,
Like how smiles are never full of sunshine but still tears fall like rain,
Honor, gratitude, and respect are nothing more than delusional smiles hiding raw disdain.
If only there was something to rely on, some form of knowledge and advice,
Its sickening how everything in this world comes only at a price,
If people treated their love as selfishly as they do their money, then it wouldn’t be so over-rated,
They say if you stop looking for something then its that something you’ll find, but who wants to say that all they’ve done with their life is waited.
Nothing is this life is guarenteed, lies are mixed with promises, all you can do is choose and hope luck is within fate,
Most of the problems we spend so much time trying to solve we create,
And still we keep tieing pretty bows to our lies and drenching ourselves in hate,
Until the desire to do so is implied these illusions we’ll never sedate.
Even though we got it all figured out, we still don’t know where to place meaning,
And doubts, promises, and lies keep intervening,
Maybe one day something will finally really matter,
But until then I’ll carefully hold my glass made of hope and filled with life, secretly wishing it would shatter.