Why is life so full of complicated things,
Of work, hate, and worry, and the death it brings?
The love in life only ever causes pain,
Most lives on earth have all been lived in vain.
Why does war exist, and fear and famine too,
Why do we persist, on running our world through?
Why can we not help, all those who are in need?
Why can we not change the lifes that we all lead?
In the blink of an eye, everything could change,
In less than a second, we could rearange
the earth, and the places that we all live in.
But here is the problem: where could we begin?
