What is life all about?

I haven’t got a clue

I’ve no idea

What I’m supposed to do

 

I feel like a passenger

In a bit of a state

I’m just bumbling along

A prisoner of fate

 

I sometimes wonder

And I need it explained

How life works

Is it preordained?

 

I’ve got no agenda

And no design

I keep on looking

But I can’t see any signs

 

So all I can do

Is proceed ahead

Keep on going

Till I wind up dead