Here’s a question that I’m sure that everyone has asked before,
What is life, why are we here,
Where is the answer, is it near,
NO-
At least that’s not what I came to believe,
But for you to see- I need to show,
I need to show- for you to know,
And if you know, then I’ll be done,
And I’ll be back, back on the run.

Simply think back to the time you cherished the most,
Is that life, does anyone know,
Now think about the time you hate most,
Maybe its no freedom,
maybe it’s a ghost,
Back from the past to haunt you more,
Maybe it’s a bit of some very old lore,
or maybe it’s yourself,
drowned in your feelings.
Is that what’s life- or is there more.

What is life, why are we here,
Where’s the answer, is it near,
At least that’s not what I came to believe,
But for you to see- I need to know,
And if I know, then I’ll be done,
And I’ll be back, back on the run.

Because I think a little deeper now,
I’ve came to realize what’s really there,
some old stories pop up again and again,
But that’s not life- I need to say,
Its actually quite simple-
You probably heard it before,

Life is what happens to those who are raped,
Life is the feeling that you all get,
Both happiness and sadness- but not too much,
‘cuz if you do, then your out of luck.
Life is motion of repeating yourself,
Like a broken record- just because you  want out.
But you can’t stop it because of those that you love,
Who make it all worth it, day in and day out.
Life is the simple annoyances you have,
Like taking a pill, just so you don’t get mad,
so you fall asleep right at the right time of day-
and so you can remain sane enough to enter the rain.
Life is those things we all love,
Like your own wedding,
or just simply a hug.

So that’s what’s life, That’s why we’re here,
It has no answer, No chance to get near.
But that doesn’t mean that your not loved.
Oh, quite the contraire, it makes you lovedmore.