Why did you stare into your pupils and sigh?
You'll see beyond the mere physical then ask, why?
Then you'll concave
Slowly your matter will fade
Wasting your sweet time away
Counting the days
Why must you ask about everything, again?
There's no point 'cause the answer has not yet changed
There's no point to you
Living is purely untrue
Tugging reality's veil
Already so frail