I don't know what is life,
Why do some rules help us drive?
In the ocean full of expectations,
Who made these obligations
Who said death is bad?
Who said life is a gift?
Who made flowers beautiful
And the thorns painful?
Is it really love what we all need
Or are we just trying to survive things?
Why are we working so hard?,
It's not like there's a surprise in the last.
We find ourselves to be everything,
Trying to rule when in the end we'll all sink.
Who's good and who's bad?
Who are we to keep a track?
For all I know life is a hunt .
Each day someone finds the last clue
And it's really hard to consider,
That it was a win
As in the end chest,
All we got was eternal rest.