Meaning of Life

Everybody was born, just so they could die, on the day you pass away, everyone you know will cry, whether enemy or friend, on that day no one is shy, yes you say you’re giving up, but you haven’t even tried. We as humans throw a fit, when we do not get our way, yes we slowly destroy earth, we hate on people who are gay, we cut down entire forests, we ignore the cries of a stray and we waste water daily, we ignore our kids when they want to play. We are living our lives, but what does it mean? Of the human race, I am not too keen. The point of life is not to sip on lean, or smoke on dream, or be a fiend; the point of life is to live like a king or queen. And you hate me because, what I speak is true, keep your hate to yourself, I won’t do what you do, there’s no one to care, when you’re feeling blue and we go out and learn stuff that we already knew. Yes we say we hate our lives, even with our perfect health, we get bored or all our money, while we’re living in the wealth, you don’t have the perfect life, so you go and cut yourself, we as humans search for answers, while they’re sitting on the shelf. Life is nothing but a lie, life is nothing but a game, you’ve been wandering for years and you’re hiding all your shame, you were born without a face, you were born without a name, yet you’re struggling through life, you can’t wait to get your fame. We as humans complain, that life isn’t fair, even though we know the dark, even though we know the scare, so you go and kill yourself, cuz you have no one to care, there is no such thing as ready, there is no such thing as rare. We don’t like the life we have, so we toss it in the basket, humans are so idiotic, I can’t even grasp it, you are always feeling blue, so I throw you in my laugh pit, you don’t understand it’s over, once you end up in a casket.