Reality
As life goes on and days pass by
I sometimes stop and wonder why
I go on living while others must die.
My life has no meaning, I feel like Dirt
Why the hell was I put on this Earth
Yea, I sometimes stop and wonder why,
Then start to cry deep down inside.
One day my questions will be answered
Or have they, but I haven't heard.
I hope someday it will be clear to me
Or maybe if I'd open my eyes, I'd finally see
REALITY
Copyright © Kenneth MATTOON | Year Posted 2025
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