Oh! Why was i born?
Just to face dawn after dawn?
Why do i walk? Where do i go?
Who is my friend? Who is my foe?
Why do i smile? Why do i talk?
Why am i part of this pretending flock?
What am i doing?
Why am i doing what i am doing?
What should i do in my short stay here?
Just be on the top with no earthly peer?
What am i to do in this mysterious life?
Just give birth to life after life?
Is this the goal in this Incomprehensible Game?
Satisfying the carnal sense with adam or dame?
When do i breathe my last breath?
What happens to me after my death?
Does asking such questions brand me insane?
Or, is it a mockery of the pseudo-sane?
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