Why question everything you see around
The making sense could drive you quite insane
But seeking meaning for the life we live
Will stop existence being just mundane
Afraid to query all you see but do
Although it leads the world at large to scorn
The answers that you find will give you hell
You’ll wonder why on earth that you were born
Condition of the human so complex
To struggle with the reasons we exist
The pain of birth the joy of death the sex
The inner turmoil cause of mental twist
If after life we only will be dead
Your peace on earth disturbed by morbid dread


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