I’ve no idea what I’m doing here
Of course, it could just be an accident of fate
But it would be kind of nice
if someone could just tell me straight.
As an example of the human race
I’m feeling pretty good
Well, I’ve got a roof above my head,
And the blood
That keeps going round and round
Takes the oxygen to my head
Or so it’s been said
I might as well ask
is there a reason for the air that I breathe?
Is there a reason for the things
in which I believe?
What is the force that makes my heart beat?
What is the answer that will make me complete?
I’ve no choice but to carry on as before
Though I might begin to contemplate the nature of fate
With a view to understanding
at some distant future date