Why?
When All is lost, why do we still hold on?
Is there something we need that our eyes cannot percieve?
Maybe there's more to us than we think?
No, that gives us too much credit.
We don't want our ego to grow even bigger.
Maybe we puppets in this game of life.
And we are being pulled by strings.
Yes, that makes sense, I think.
If that s true, then I don't have much time left.
My strings are few, and my road is long.
I must keep going, I must survive.
But...
