This Is Why

Why do we do the things we do
for life, for love, for all of nothing

For what we are,
for what we will never be

For passion so non-existent,
For hope witch is never fain
and always bold,
until we lose it all

Then hope is hate turning to resentment,
resentment to fury, fury to regret,
regret to sorrow,
sorrow to passion again

Passion to find what we have lost,
once again throwing ourselves into the endless...
(I'll do it better next time)
cycle we call ... LIFE !!