Roses fall to the ground
We can’t help but Sigh
What is The Purpose of living
If we all must die?
How are there so many flowing streams?
Why are there vast oceans that glitter and gleam?
Life is just a mystical potion
We overdose and rise decayed with sad emotion
The Clouds arise and out pours the Rain
With every drop comes an increase of Pain
Anguish always returns like the waters of a shore
As the Waves strike, so deepens humanity’s roar
The Sun emits and burns all with a flaming beam
Yet, What if nothing is real for what we believe it seems
Is there any voice present to awaken mankind?
Or is it all just another day within a dream?