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this is a poem i wrote after reading what sin wrote. (recorded on the previous entry.)

why fly
what is worth our ending days
to pierce this artificial haze
what is worth our dying breath
when you don't know what will be left
we count each second that we waste
running an absolutely pointless race
what are we trying to forget?
probably that we don't matter, i'll bet
so why do we live and why do we die?
why do we even start to try?
why do we walk, why do we swim?
why do we run, why do we fly?
why don't we sing instead? why don't we listen?
why do we trust our heads instead of the sounds that glisten?
i want to be happy, but i can't give up what keeps me down
i want to be happy even though i deny that sound
i gave up you see. i am resigned
but still i love her, my goddess divine
so will i die? i don't know
if not then will i live? the answer to that is no
so you tell me, what should i do
what would you do if it were you?
tell me why we live and die
tell me why we even try
tell me why we laugh and cry
tell me why we want to fly.