This harsh thought we believe is reality
Is complex even though it caries simplicity
A troubled thought is to be left behind
While other thoughts of trouble start to unwind
Why must we give the time a day?
When time itself is an endless play
A society norm of betrayal and deceit
The gossip of the many is hard to beat
Answers to the questions we yearn to know
Leads to questions upon questions, is this so?
This confusing time of thoughts and beliefs
With death behind lurking the tension heats
So the question is what is our purpose?
A question that can’t be found on the surface
The time is near and is falling close
When good things happen there is no need to boast
Questions to life are to be left unanswered
For the forces in life are not to be tampered.

 
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