Here you are looking deep and down
the dark abyss, life of your own
pursuing what meaning has this self.
It is eating you inside, isnt it?
gnawing at your soul, if there is one.
Purpose of your existence, if there is one.
Purpose might find you yet,
May lead you yet to paradise.
But a purpose which might not suffice;
A paradise which might fail you still.
Dont you see, better to create purpose
Better to have a side of paradise, your own.
Seeing your strife is so tiring;
between having to and wanting to.
But its all the rules that led us here,
Created this crisis, of existence.
Simplicity of living, laid to ruin
Why dont you create a side of paradise, your own.
So stop trying to find meaning and make your own.
Purpose, found easier on an empty stomach;
not on an empty soul. So in this life so short,
Let your purpose be joy, my love
Lose the grief and spite, turn to me my love,
We make a side of paradise, our own.
