As I sit here and sip on this Mountain Dew
I wonder if what people say is true
Is life just a series of moments to grasp
Or will this all fall away at last
I don't know what is the purpose to existence
But I'll work as long as I can to perfect it
Sometimes as the smoke clears the air
I put my sunglasses on to avoid the glare
Creation is a sequence of chances
Sometimes I don't know if I can manage
I feel so completely overwelmed in this life of mine
With nothing to feel but misery and strife
Some look at the pack of Marlboro's as half empty
It's probably because they want one's sympathy
Who knows why things end up the way they do
I feel better knowing that people feel the same way I do
So as I sit here and sip on my Mountain Dew
I don't have the answers like some think they do