In fear we survive and in hope we end
But what is life for, did we ever ask?
When good happens we say it is god send
We may have deserved the gift for a great task
Did we know, what we ought to do
Do we think of what we actually know?
Did we ever got a thought to be
Free of fear and take life a bit slow
We need results quick and we push for that
But what is life for, did we still ask yet?
We know what we need and rush for that
Life isn’t about that at all mate
It gives time for us and takes time for itself too
For us to savor and for life to produce
This is the beauty of it, that life conveys too
Beautiful life is messed now is what I deduce.