Sacred thoughts lost away in search of something caused
No wonder they call love to be stupid like a monkey who can't climb
Never mind me cause I am only trying to make sense of me
But maybe that is where I get it wrong and nothing will ever make sense
Am I supposed to ask why nothing make sense or am I to simply live it
This is life or death or both or more
My thinking and my actions prove me right, they make no sense
The only thing sure is one day I will refuse to wake up
But why this, even another person can decide my death cause there is a way to die
As nobody wants to die they quickly shy away from death footsteps
Yet everyday out there I see them dancing with death, it makes no sense.
Life is a studio and death is it's song, it just makes no sense.
Then maybe it isn't suppose to or am just too little a being to understand.
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