Somewhere, everyday everyone looks for the reason behind living,
Ain't the 'time circle' they talk about looks convincing?

Is it just about digging, filling and building our own tale?
Or there's something a lot more out there we are considering to fail?

There's this contradiction which always bothers,
Are we supposed to live for ourselves or for others?

Life's a stage, and we all are the dancers,
Is it necessary for all the questions to have the answers?

They say you are here to make the best of YOU,
Well the real meaning lies only in the hands of few.

If we aren't greatful for what we already have in store,
What makes us think we will be happy with more?

We are losing even if a million times we tried,
Cause happiness lies within and still we search for it outside.

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