i’m
trying to believe that life is more than pain and death
that
on our way to final days when we take our last breath
there’s
something more we have in store then suffering and waste
oh why
do we dive in each day with purpose and with haste
the
end is near and i my dear have found no reason why
we
dance amid the suffering just so that we can die
but
when they hear me speak of this they simply walk away
until
i know the meaning of i can’t choose a pathway
each
day i hear the newscast say a hundred thousand bled
and i
have learned when it’s my turn that i’ll be just as dead
and
when i die the reason why will not need to be told
it’s
why we live the way we live that i now need to know
for i
am just a worker bee within this honeyed hive
the
honey spreads upon the bread as we work to provide
but
there is still no meaning just an act that fulfills needs
we give
this need our meaning and then live a life of greed
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