On my way to school,
thinking about life's design.
The mystery of life,
always on my mind.
Non-stop wheels of mystery turning,
deep inside curiosity burning.
It's an addiction,
thinking about life's way,
from how it started,
to this very day.
Wondering if everything is fated.
Life is just so complicated.
If there's no beginning,
maybe there's no end.
Just like a dream,
it's all a pretend.
The mystery of life and mystery of dreams,
is pretty similar or so it seems.
This dream of life,
seems like forever.
When will it end?
Maybe never.
