Was I borm just to love a life that is so tense,
A life with no assurance, where everyday I’m sitting on a fence,
Being never sure if there’s a reson why my life is so intense,
Forcing me to look at life in a not so optimistic lens.
Make it make sense , at least you can try,
Why I’ve never found something that I can refer to as ‘my’.
How I ended up crawling despite having wings to fly,
Looking for the purpose of suffering because I dont know why,
Because I’m tired of waking up waiting for the say to die.
Make it make sense, I really wanna know,
Why misfortune follows me in a consistent flow,
How my progress stagnated despite my willingness to grow,
Because in this rate I see myself forever feeling low,
Asking myself If my life had a purpose when will it show?
Words by Muriuki 