why live?
Everything in life is questionable,
why live?
It is no more about purposes,
but about one purpose.
I cannot accept it,
as an absolute illusion,
though everything is an illusion.
I do not care,
what happens,but i don't know
why i should live.
I don't know what is freedom,
even though people say
i have it.I don't know what
holds me together,
though i can feel it.
My mind is clogged by mist,
i just wish,
that it will clear,
before i risk.
Everything around me is questionable,
including me.I don't know what it is,
that makes life be life.
I have a wish to know everything,
yet i don't want to live,
for it is just what i want to do.
Clarity-when can it come back to me?
i feel like paper,in a torrential rain.
Questions,questions,questions,
i have many,i have many,
everything is questionable,
yet i am not able to know,
to know, all the answers.
I don't want to live.
