Life is a race against time.
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What is it that I want ULTIMATELY?
This is the million dollar question that I am yet seeking an answer for....
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Is there anything called TRUTH?
Even if there is, does it always bear fruit?!
This ain't mean that you turn to be a brute
Goddamn! This question makes me forever mute.
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The reason for your being:
'Tis something worth knowing;
There's so much more than simply just trying,
Cause when you are sixty, there's no point crying!
Inspire life,
don't just gasp at the strife;
It does not matter whether you're right or wrong.
So what! Atleast you know where you belong!
Brother! doesn't that sound quite funny;
That everything appears so phoney!
Ding! But don't think it's cacophony.
Play your strings well, and turn life into a symphony.
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Things just don't exist...
Pray! What's the need to resist?!
You know what it is - you just can't insist:
It's high time that you now fix it!
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Even a fart is better: atleast it makes you feel better.
You need some space, and I keep up the pace.
But I think I am no longer in the race.
Happy is the man who prays;
Like a donkey, he brays.
You suck, how I wish it were my d***!
Never realised that you are a flick.
Though you made it all appear so slick,
I wonder how you could be so sick!
____________________________________________
What is it that I want ULTIMATELY?
This is the million dollar question that I am yet seeking an answer for....
--------------------------------------------
Is there anything called TRUTH?
Even if there is, does it always bear fruit?!
This ain't mean that you turn to be a brute
Goddamn! This question makes me forever mute.
--------------------------------------------
The reason for your being:
'Tis something worth knowing;
There's so much more than simply just trying,
Cause when you are sixty, there's no point crying!
Inspire life,
don't just gasp at the strife;
It does not matter whether you're right or wrong.
So what! Atleast you know where you belong!
Brother! doesn't that sound quite funny;
That everything appears so phoney!
Ding! But don't think it's cacophony.
Play your strings well, and turn life into a symphony.
--------------------------------------------
Things just don't exist...
Pray! What's the need to resist?!
You know what it is - you just can't insist:
It's high time that you now fix it!
--------------------------------------------
Even a fart is better: atleast it makes you feel better.
You need some space, and I keep up the pace.
But I think I am no longer in the race.
Happy is the man who prays;
Like a donkey, he brays.
You suck, how I wish it were my d***!
Never realised that you are a flick.
Though you made it all appear so slick,
I wonder how you could be so sick!
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