Who allows our time to die
When the world was created
The biggest question was why
Do we suffer
Why
Do we endure such pain
There are no answers
Only the questions remain
There is no destiny
Nothing even close to fate
We are here
And that is all that we can say
This existence
Calls upon us to be
To be
To rise above the fetid decay
And survive
For what purpose
I don't know
But survive
So we might one day
Say
We are here
And alive
