You come into this world with no thoughts of what’s right, through daytime, you adult, and child through the night, you put up with shit with no sign of a fight, what’s the point there’s no sense to it all.
As your body decays but your mind stays the same and your youthful thoughts saying “You can still play the game”, but looking around, everything’s still the same. Where’s the point? Where’s the sense of it all
So you wait and you live and you look for some sense, if you sit on your arse, you just sit on that fence. But doing the wrong thing is no recompense! There’s the point, there’s the sense of it all.