What is a life, a dream, a hope?
Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing?
Why do we dream when it will never happen?
What is the point when we all live then die?
Whether its under your own will or by the wearing down of time, either way you retire your life to the cold ground. What is life?
Is it just a pitiful reason to believe, to have hope?
The world is collapsing before us and we sit back and realize that we are just a small part of the puzzle, a puzzle that we destroyed.
So tell me what is real, tell me why we live, hope and dream?
Why do we when it means nothing in the end?
When we end up 6 feet under the cold ground, decaying slowly until only our bones are left?
Is it all worth it in the end?
Tell me why.
Tell me why there is such thing as life, and what the meaning of it is.
Tell me why we dream; is it only an escape from your fears, from the things you want to forget?
Why there is hope when you know what awaits you at the end?
Or is it to find out what really exist, and then can't tell anyone the truth?
Just tell me why we are here, just tell me why.
January 4, 2007
