ini bukan lagu lho!

A long while back, I used to write poems. Nothing much, just a jumble of words that pops up in my head. Here is one of them.

The Reason

What good is a living
when there is nothing to live for
What good is believing
when there is nothing to belive in

Man searches for a reason,
futily...
without knowing,
if they would find any.
And in the end he would die
for what he believes to right
and those who see otherwise
will have to face his might.

In the end...
The only truth we will see
is the one we choose
to believe in.