Does everyone deserve a purpose?
Do I? Time won’t allow to find
The answers hidden on the surface
Before the years will pass me by.
Do I have reason? have the meaning?
Where is a place to leave embrace?
The thoughts inside my head are teasing
Maybe there isn’t such a place?
I am always bound with tomorrows
I had a plenty, whats the use?
With hope to find the way to follow
They all were easily abused.
And every minute wasted on thinking
Was precious part of future past
I lost “todays”, lost them so quickly
Which of “tomorrows” is my last?