What's the point in dreaming of something
That would never happen?
It couldn't; there's just not time for it to occur
And even if there is, then what could become of it?
To all of a sudden have grasped a dream
And then have to leave that dream behind
Not a speck of logic plays part in my desires anymore
It's all emotion
It's all on a whim
Everything is just so random and sporadic
I can't keep track of anything
What's the point in planning for a future
You can't even have?
Trying to hard to acheive in something
That would all totally change before it even got started
Contradicting emotions don't make sense
Like they somehow used to
I don't know how
I've lost all meaning
Just going along, living as if it'll all just be here forever
When really tomorrow could swipe it all away