When talking to your Self,
Do you stop and wonder why
All the passers-by
Try to hide their eyes?
When speaking with your Soul
Do you ever choose to ask
What more is there;
Is this life your one task?
Do you ever stop and listen
To Murmurs in the wind?
Do you ever ask yourself
What is the point of Sin?
Do you ever wake up lonely,
With tears in your eyes?
Do you ever long for freedom?
To have it by your side?
Do you ever think one day
There may no longer be a “you?”
Do you ever stop and ask,
What is the point of what you do?