a fire breaths.
wile the wind comforts it.
water races.
across the earth.
the death of fire.
the end of water.
the break of the earth.
the stop of the wind.
all life must end.
and life must be created in it's please.
death must come.
as the sun rises and sets.
as their is night their is day.
as their is life their is death.
as their is water their is fire.
as their is wind their is earth.
without them we would not have a world.
so the question is what is the world really?
if life is created is it only created to destroy?
is their a reason for being?
is their a reason to emotion?
like pain and sorrow regret fear hate anger and most of all love.
if their is then why do most bring pain?
what is the meaning of life?
what is the meaning of happiness?
what is are meaning?
is are meaning destruction?
do we even have one?
We live are life’s doing practically the same thing every day.
Not knowing the out come.
Not knowing when we will die.
Why do we try?
To live.
To breathe.
To even finde the way to live thru pain?
Why do we seack servile.
Is it for love?
The emotion that bring the most amount of pain.
Is it to see what’s around the corner?
To find the truth of the lies we face of life?
Or is it to find the true meaning of happiness?
Or is it for some reason we cant even remember are self’s?
A goal we set out decades ago?
So why have we not asked this question?
Or have we asked this question before?
Is this even the first twenty-first sentry?
Is this really reality?
Or are we still asleep in an parallel universe?
Were we live in sleep and sleep alone?
Is that the meaning of life to remain asleep till death?
Or are we awake and asleep at the same time?
Do we even exist?
An thought of an unparallel being?
I will not stand to be a puppet!
To be used for other peoples amusement!
Unless I already am this is a rebel witch is planed by the sick mind of are creator?
Or are we are own creator planning the events of ower life’s without even knowing it?
Or am I a puppeteer without knowing?
Sickly manipulating others to your own free will.
Its preposterous I will not stand for sutch an act!
I will stop this madness!
Even if it means tacking my own life.
All shall have freedom under my name!
I will write that of my own purpose if I have to!
Then the question is how is the puppeteer?
How is the man behind the curtains?
Or is this man already dead?
Is it even a man?
Is it even apart of human or earthly satiety itself?
Does it even have a gender?
Is the puppeteer a puppet of his own disposal just to bled in?
If we are puppets were are are strings?
Does this puppet master even need strings to control us
