02 Oct Can I get any answers?
Can I get Any Answers?
Sometimes I wonder
How is it that we came to be?
I should not be thinking about it
It’s a miracle
But this thought never eludes me
It comes to me against my will
I believe in God
I know he created everything, I know
But there’s Allah, Buddha, Krishna and Ram
How do we know whose path is right to follow?
For all we know, our reality might be someone’s entertainment
A game of thrones (throes)
Alas! It’s a mystery!
What’s the point of our existence?
For what reason do we survive?
Go to school, make a living somehow
Pop out a baby or two, train them well and then kiss this world goodbye?
Same, old cycle that many people endure with a frown
Everything is vanity, you’d think we’d want to make our time count
All these questions that run through my mind on some days
In between thoughts of lecturers and tests,
What I’ll have for lunch and how I can make (save) money
And of how much I want to take a rest
From this drag that is my daily living
It’s no wonder I often look like my mind is spinning