Without a Reason

My own life is outside my jurisdiction Freedom is in need of a new definition Why wake and dress and eat and sleep? Myself in this prison why do I keep? All movement determined by outside forces No need to think, feel or make my own choices Consider the waves of the sea in constant motion: For their existence is there a higher notion? Compelled to race to their destined shore When their goal is reached they are no more Is that how and why we live this life? Is there no other reason for this suicidal strife?