Why do we live, after all?
Do we live because we fear death's call?
Do we live to make our world more bright?
Do we live so our families can eat right?
I live because someone is waiting for me,
You live because you're expecting something to be,
They live because they were born into this fate,
We live to build a world that's great.
You all live because of the wheel that turns,
And they live because the world must keep moving forward.
Does everyone live, or are there some who don't?
Sometimes I feel like I'm not living, just existing alone.
Living is hard, just like dying can be,
For many, life can be such a lie that they see.
For whom? Why? Let's just say, why not? "Oh, they're eating up our food,"
you say, why not you or me, who'd have thought?
Or maybe the billions of people on this round Earth,
Are just consuming, destroying it, along with all of its worth.
The Earth has the right to live, as we all do,
But I wonder, is it worth it for all of us to pursue?
So, I sit and stare at my phone, doing nothing at all,
Until...someday, I'll grow tired and stand up from this thrall.
