Life - Foolish
I foresee my mind cracking
Under the pressures of life's attack
I see my body breaking
When I have no strength for fighting back
Sometimes I ask if living
Is really worth the craic
When life is sleep and working
Who's the fool who lives for that?
Sometimes I hate the world
It's people, it's lies and fears
Sometimes the thought of living
Fills my eyes with tears
No matter how hard you try for living
Fate pulls you away from your dreams
The straight path you plan starts winding
Circles appear and reappear
Sometimes I long for silence, I long for the still quiet to fill my years
I think that life is foolish for the nature of what it is.
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