It’s harder to wake up

To do anything at all

Is there a purpose, meaning?

Anything to live for anymore?

What is life worth

If the market decides the value

Surely you are worthless

If no one needs you

What is money then?

Things, time or power

When life just passes by

Each minute, every hour?

And there are many options

But none that I would choose

And each road is a road to nowhere

And each decision is one in which I lose