Suddenly I'm falling, hit the ground and crawling,
Searching for the meaning of life.
Grasping, reaching, waiting for meaning,
Craving to know why we're here.
Screaming obscenities out of frustration,
Trying to find by searching constellations.
Yet I know I won't find it there,
I run fingers through my hair.
As I'm bleeding remorse and pain,
Guess it's back to the drawing board again
