Life

Life is meaningless, I sometimes think All confusion, all stink Logic, I know it doesn’t follow Destiny I’m afraid, I can’t swallow Is man a programmed being? Or is he there for the gods seeing I’m afraid to think that I’m a useless specimen But I also know when I die; all they’ll say is Amen! People are so superficial and materialistic Materialism stretches across their lives as though some elastic We run to the Supreme Being in times of trouble I wonder whether it’s worth it amidst all the rubble.