Life

Life

How can life feel so good?
Then all of a sudden be so empty?
You feel as though you’re nothing
In a sea of uncertainty
Insignificant in a crown of importance
Why am I here and where do I go from here?

Life, what does it mean?
How do I feel fulfilment?
What does that even mean?
Happiness how can that be?
When life it so complicated and unfair?

Is there somebody up there?
Playing us as pawns?
If so how can it sit back and let all this misery be?
How does it choose how lives and who dies?
How come it never answers my questions?

If it’s true about free will
Why can’t we choose the important things in life?
Like who we love, our families our destinies and when we die?
Do we really have a say?