Does it matter
Sometimes I wonder
What is the point, what direction
Do we live for now
Do we yearn for future affection?
Is it really worth it,
does it really matter?
Play, sleep, eat, work,
Dance… I think the latter.
Are we not meant to love and live…
Off the land, nature our only choice
Breathe… receive and give
To hell with all the noise.
Sometimes I feel all left out;
Depressed, alone and quite sad
That we miss the point - kick and shout
Rush for money and fame – sooo bad!
Wishing for God’s hand - come and play
More and more and more everyday
Save us from ourselves, from this nothingness
It’s all – no more can I say.
