Existential Echos

What’s the point of trying, when failure feels near? What’s the point of moving forward, when sadness is all I hear? Why bother achieving, when it seems they’ll leave and truths become clear? What’s the point of taking risks, when emotions turn to fear? What’s the point of letting go, when everyone just moves along? What’s the point of singing, when the meaning of the song feels wrong? Why endure the pain, when it seems all efforts were in vain? What’s the point of believing, when deception lingers like smoke from a flame? What’s the point of caring, when appearance becomes the focus instead? What’s the point of love, when the fear of loss fills you with dread? Why listen, when no one hears the words you’ve said? What’s the point of helping, when your own needs go unfed?