Why do we go through useless pain
When we all die in the end
There are so many things we can't explain
Yet people still pretend

When asking what happens after death
Many will say they know
But what there is after your last breath
Is something you'll see when you go

Is there really a best version of you
Is the purpose of life to be grown
Whilst they pretend to have a clue
I try to see beauty in the unknown