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The meaning of it all
Chasing the wind
All my life just chasing the wind
The futility of it all
The futility of it all
What is the meaning of it all?
The meaning of it all
Billions born and die
I just ask, why
Why
Why
What is the meaning of it all?
From where do we come?
Where
Where
Where do we go?
Where
Why
Why
I am born not of my choosing
Not of my choosing
I die not of my choosing
Not of my choosing
Then, what is the meaning of it all
Where do I come from?
Where do I go?
Just chasing the wind
The futility of it all
What is the meaning of it all?
I do not know where I come from
Do not know where I will go
Just chasing the wind
One day I shall meet my creator
And, ask him the meaning of it all
Why send me here and why bring me back
The futility of it all
Just chasing the wind
Nothing more, nothing less
The futility of it all
One day I shall turn into dust
Time will end my name
Surely, one day all will be forgotten
I will not be here
Where will I be?
If not here then where
Where will this all end up?
When will we stop chasing he wind
A useless exercise
With no meaning
All forgotten with the tide of time
All forgotten with the tide of time
I will surely ask my creator the meaning of it all
The meaning of it all
I shall meet him one day
Surely, one day
I will ask him the meaning of it all
The futility of it all
When we turn into dust and are forgotten
What is the meaning of it all?
Tell me
Tell me
The meaning of it all
The meaning of it all
by Sohail Mahmood
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