You ask me: Why do we live?
And honestly, I really do not care.
Each of us dresses our own cape,
but to this World, we are born bare.
but to this World, we are born bare.
Some have tried the cloak of glory
Some have dressed the face of shame,
Some have died, but live forever,
while others lived without a name.
You ask me: Why do we live?
And honestly, it really does not matter.
Each of us has his own convictions,
but in this World, they often shatter.
Some have dared to reach the sky.
Some have stood strong on their own ground.
Some have swam beyond their dreams,
while other dreams were being drowned.
What really matters is not why we live our life.
It is how we live our why.
What really matters is to make the seconds count,
while time is passing by.
Photograph by Amorph
"Life and Death" http://www.flickr.com/photos/amorph/