Why are we even here.

Where do we even go?

We claim family, love and friends,
But who do you REALLY know??

When the waters go down,
Where does it really flow?

When the stage is clean,
And props are put away.
When the people are gone,
And all the lights just dim away.
When the microphones are cut,
When the curtains hide away,
Everything that lays stationary,
Sitting,
Setting to stay.
How is it then,
Trying to set the stage?
What is the result,
What do we have?
Where does the blame and burden lay?
Where does the energy,
And positivity go to play?

Where does the purpose go?
For the time in between?
Where does the focus shift,
When there's no point in the team?
Because the off season makes its entrance,
Settling to intervene.
What do you do when you've done,
And won everything?
Do it all a-gain??

But then it's like,
Why even try?
Then why do we live?
Then why do we die?
Then why do we smile?
Then why do we cry?
Then why do we speak truth?
Then why do lie?
Then why do we feel it all outwards?
Then why as well have feelings inside?

I seen myself the other day,
I hadn't seen him in awhile.
It was an outer body experience,
From seeing my inner child.

I told myself about all of the questions like earlier I would ask.

But I realized that when I grow up,
That those answers are never grasped.

You can make it even worse,
If you're troubled and never laugh,

Because seconds ahead are things you think wouldn't come to pass.

And you hold on strong,
Because good times never last.

And the ups with downs,
Are something you could never graph.

And the job you have in life is something,
You could never staff.

So I only add myself to it,
And count on up the aftermath.

And I use it in the equation made to calculate my path.
© SotaylordOut