Blues

Has life a meaning?
Mine doesn't seems to have one.
I'd better not exist. I'm wandering in this silly world and I don't know why I'm here.
I realized I was damned lucky for some reason, I've almost nothing to complain about.
But I have the blues and I don't know what I'm doing in this odious world. I wish I was a rock or a chair, they are inert.

In [my] anger and [my] shame "I'm leaving, I'm leaving" but [life still goes on] lie la lie...
Now the yearts are rolling by me, they are rocking evenly. I am older than I once was, younger than I'll be, that's not unusual. No it isn't change.
- Simon&Garfunkel