Life

"Why I am here?"

The question I always fear

Because it comes from a place so deep

And to depts I seem to fall too easily like from a mountan far to steep.

"Why I am here?"

When about this world there isn't much dear.

Fighting something every day,

Trying to build a future like a sculpture out of clay,

Giving something so ordinary a meaning

But at the same time I know twoards nothing I'm leaning.

We all live our lives and then we die.

Nothing more to it, any other answer to why I am here is a lie.

Existance has no deeper meaning at all

But what has is the rabbit hole in our minds into which we have a tendency to fall

And everything is much more simple than we think, it's far more "less"

So we live our best lives until we can, until to weaknes we regress.