Never Coherent

What is in this world that we live for? There are things happening in my life. Perhaps this is the end, the beginning, or dead continuation of what I have lived so far. I don't want to be some things that I am. Life, is taking upon itself to live. Is it good? Or will it ruin me? I don't think it even matters. As long as I enjoy the time I have on this Earth, does it really matter if it is cut short. Will I cry? The sun drips down from the sky. Feelings, I wonder why.