Contemplations Vo.1

I sit here, pencil in hand
Contemplating my actions of past
Wondering where it all went wrong
My life isn't where it should be
Or maybe it is and I just don't know it
But whatever the track, where does it lead?
And where will it end? Because it will
Because all things, good, bad, big, small
They all end, without any control for us to hold
It is utterly and completely hopeless
Dark, abysmal, this is our fate
Human, mortal, weak, fragile
These are the titles by which we are forced to live
I foresee no solution, no answer
We toil day in, day out, and for what?
Money, compassion, love?
What good could any of these bring?
Compassion leads to love, love to heartbreak
The value of money is set by people
The more a person has the less happy he seems
These are just things we use to compare life
And it seems that today few people are truly happy
We all just go about life with a phony perception
That everything has a purpose, a reason
Be it God's will, karma, fate
But maybe it's not so and everything...just happens
Whether they are real or not, they are necessary
Maybe we just need these perceptions to keep sane
Am I sane? I appear to be rational, but sane?
After all, who or what defines sanity?
People with power; those who don't face the real world
Who do not have to see the menace?
Those who do what is needed to survive
They should determine sanity, rationality
For if in a constant battle, who would survive
Without power, on an equal level?
Those pampered, nurtured, without a clue?
Or those who know the true face of the world;
Who fight simply just to exist?
Sane or not, I know that if there is no God
It is necessary to believe in one
Because to believe that we are alone,
In this world without someone or thing to help,
This, alone, could drive the world into insanity
As I may have

Woah that was... Like... Awesome... Owo

Thanks I wrote it the other night at like... * glances at watch* Idk 12 am?

P.S. Gotcha I'm not wearing a watch

, .-. Cool! I write almost all my songs during the middle of the night x)
*glances at my own watch*
ah, time to eat cake.



Oh P.S I ain't owned no watch for bout 5 years or so owo lol

The only time I really write is in the middle of the night, or very tired.

(or eating cake..)
yeah, due to the fact that I'm up more at night. Like every damn Stay How You Are was written right off the top of my head when I was dozing off.

But anyways, I rlly can't stop readin' this lol

Thanks. I've been thinking a lot about a lot.

I can tell you have^^