I keep asking myself,
What is it that I am living for,
Is it the money or the people,
Luxury or the medals

It’s been a long time since I came to life,
What did I learn and for what did I fight,

We are told to do things when we are kids,
Learn to do things as adults,
Teach to do things as grown ups,
Watch the world swing as we get older

What is it that I want?
Life is beautiful they say, and I nod along,
But what is the beauty that life stores within,
Can anyone answer this right in a minute?

So many aspects, what to think of first,
What comes second and follows as third,

At the end of the day I lie in my bed,
We are not asked when we are born or right after death,
That if we want the life that we have, Or had
To figure what meaning does a life have