What's The Point?
I wonder sometimes, what is the point to all of this?
Why do we continue to walk through life like sheep?
- Following the one in front.
We don't seem to be living.
We just seem to be going.
Life is always such a chase
We never stop to take a look at the scenery
The world is a playground,
And only a few know it.
Only some enjoy it.
- The free
But the rest walk through life – blind
Not really seeing what is around them
Never enjoying the simple pleasures
It's a race to the death
Time flies by so fast,
You miss half the things that happen
What is the point to all of this?