Every life has been written every day, its routine

every tree will shed its autum, come to life in the spring

every light must go out, every thought must be spoken

every one faces death, every heart must be broken

A million times its been questioned, is there more to life than this

because every day it seems hard, makes you want to sit and quit

The arts the crowds the laughter, The dreams that are dreamt

The moments of love and fame and With the someone whom their spent

And the money who has brought the Poisons giving life its loss

Giving a so called hope for
Tomorrow, but rather giving it a Cost

the lies i hear slip through the teeth of the person with no taste

feeding on each fib they tell me, making every breath they breathe a waste

perfection is expected, only the winner takes the prize

And in the corner of the loser's eye, greed is grown inside

The murder, the abuse, the catastrophy awaits outside my door

A beautiful world with so many dangers, is only to be ignored

So i look up to the stars, but not with wonder or with awe

But to question what lays outside, and the day i live outside of these walls.