Do we exist to make sense of the senseless?

To bring sanity to chaos

To add colour to the endless

For the hopeless there's hope

And the dreamers the dawn

And the lovers of life

The chance to finally mourn

Where we prick it

And pat it

And mark it as Hell

Where we wear all our pain

Though no one can tell

We name it whilst knowing

The label is false

But names are more concrete

Than the highest prison walls

If, in a forest,

The world might fall

Would any of us know

Or hear its dying call?

Would we care

If we did

Would we continue on our way

Or would it matter

If it shattered

After all

We're not here to stay

Do we exist to make sense

Or are we a fragment in time

Or just wanderers in this wasteland

Where just being is a crime?