Is this all there is?

Because if it is, then why not end it now?

Can't anyone see that we're not really living?

Everything visible on your body is dead.

Skin, hair, finger nails...dead.

From the moment of birth,

Begins the great cycle of decay.

So tell me, why go on another day?

I feel suffocated by the wind,

Who needs no guidance, direction, or purpose,

Other than to be the wind.

If only I could be so free, and not shackled by Fate

To be pissed upon by the deities that be.

Ah, to be free, it's not for me