Rocks break
Steel turns to rust
In time we will all be dust
So what drives
What creates
This existence we call fate
What's the purpose and the meaning
Would finding it at all be relieving
So long my goal has been bettering myself
Though now it seems pointless
Without knowing a purpose
I believe we create our own fate
But if that's true
The purpose you choose is up to you
This is twisted to be so simple
Yet my answers still feel empty
Maybe there is more to finding the meaning.
