• One question blurred all my thoughts,
    Why does the sun set, leaving the world to a dark night
    Why do we, people, live if at the end we die
    Then I tell myself,
    Life is a way to state that you don't care if the end is coming
    All you care about is having fun
    Why yell at others then
    Why cry
    Because sometimes the glass does get half-empty
    Because it's a way to prove that you can conquer sadness and anger
    Why write books, songs and poems
    Because that's how you tell others,
    I'm living my life and loving it
    Even if I am to die at the end