This life. To become nothing is easy.
To question life is another matter.
Stand there and look up to the sky.
Beautiful? Cloudy? A bit gray perhaps
Uncertainty is a snake that bites deep
Wave at the truck driver, see if he cares
Restless takes over and soon vanishes
How quick can you melt may I ask?
Sweet people around yet I remain sour
This life squeezes the good in me
And I turn into a laying piece of meat
Even my cat can play better tricks
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