It Doesn't Make Sense Living Today

It Doesn’t Make Sense

                Living Today

 

 

 

 

It doesn’t make sense living today,

I’m lacking a purpose,

I’m lacking a way.

 

I don’t know what I’m here for,

Everything seems in place,

Whether I’m in the back or at the fore.

 

Waking up today was a struggle,

Perhaps I should have closed my eyes,

And fallen back into the somniatory tunnel.

 

Every time I think I hit the bottom,

The bottom drops.

 

How much further can we go,

Down into the abyss,

Into the never ending hole.

 

And when I’m awake,

I think really hard.

 

About myself,

Like the back of a poker card.

 

I know I can do it,

But I don’t try.

 

I know I should do it,

But I don’t aim high.

 

I know I can be happy,

But I don’t have a reason to be.

 

I know I can make a difference,

But I don’t think that’s me.

 

I know I can change the world,

But I don’t think I am that man.

I know my name,

But I don’t know who I am.

 

I guess some people are like so,

We’re all food for the beast called Woe.

 

Forever second-guessing ourselves,

As the hands circle pass twelves.

 

Are we all cynics,

All looking for someone to mimic?

 

Underneath the skin we’re all just flesh,

But one person can be so different from the rest.

 

Who are they to me,

And what am I to them?

 

Are we strangers at sea,

Or are we root and stem?

 

It’s not that I don’t want to stand tall,

I’m just kind of lost, is all.

 

I don’t really think it’s bad,

I just think it’s a little sad.

 

That the question I ask myself every day is,

What is the reason that I exist.

 

Day after day, nothing changes.

The demons continue winning the angels.

 

But one day when I look back in referent,

I suddenly realise everything is different.

 

I wonder,

If there are people out there like me,

Looking for something that they cannot see.

 

I think about my direction,

Like the fifth string of a bass.

 

But I can find no reason,

Like a dancer with no grace.

I wish I knew my purpose,

Trying to fit in a world,

And I’m struggling at the surface.

 

No, I haven’t given up on myself,

I just think I should give up on everything else.