All I know is that everything is not as so
But the more I think the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
That I do not know what to believe
The more I see the less I believe
People, life, lies, incoherent thoughts... Nothing makes sense... Living for my self was never my purpose of life... But I keep on dragging my self for a purpose which I seriously do not know... Everything is fine... yes it is, believe me it is... But why? Why so seriousness when am around myself, why this silence...