What to do? Where to go?

What to do?
With so much time to waste;
With so many things to taste;
With so many dangers you haven't yet faced;
With so many things you haven't yet raced?

Where to go?
With so many rivers' flow;
With so many winters to see the snow;
With a wind with such a strong blow;
With so much you wish you didn't know?

What's the point in living when there's so much to do?
With so many things to overcome you?
What's the point in living when there's so much to be done?
And once you're finished, then you have none?

Life is full of everything and nothing at the same time;
With so many mountains left to climb!
With so many bells left to be heard chimb!
But the nothingness is potent, too;
With so many mornings left filled with only dew!
With knowing that one day there'll be a time when there is no longer that strong wind that once blew!

With so much that could go wrong and so much that could go right!
Shall we give up now, or give a fight?

What to do? Were to go?
Will it ever make sense?
Never.