Seeking for purpose,
thinking about life.
Lone souls, just wandering,
waiting for the right.
Wrongs are done every day,
evil lurks among us,
but is there any one who dares
to stand up and confront them?
Born alone, we die alone,
but always we are searching.
Reaching out to find the truth,
just to find it’s nothing.
Just once to know how it had to be,
is for no one to discover.
All we can is search for love,
for meaning, for each other.
The past is something we conceive
as nothing more but trouble.
But that the past is future’s parent
does not pass through our bubble.
To forget is oh so easy,
it’s so damn easy to say no.
To erase it from your memory
and be blind for where you go.