The way I see
Life is full of dead ends
What is our purpose? We don't know
We live on, making life better, making amends.
I try to stretch
These dead ends longer,
Try to make a life with meaning
But I'm never closer to the goal, neither am I a day younger.
Time ticks by
The dead end comes closer;
I try to be ready,
Try not to lose my composure;
I look on
At the people around me
Some do not realise when they hit rock bottom,
The dead end in front of their face they fail to see.
I am surrounded
By innumerable roads all leading to dead ends,
I guess in the end no one will be there
To save me- no family, no friends.
So I go on living
This life without purpose, without meaning
In this universe of infinite space, all dead ends.