Is life too serious for me life or am i too serious for life?
Is life too boring for me life or am i too boring for life?
Is there satisfaction in life or is 'satisfaction' just a mouse in this cat n mouse game called life?
A mouse that we (cats) chase till when we breathe our last breath?
or might it be i who looks for it in all the wrong places?
Is there true happiness in life or is it me who always looks at its backside instead of its face?
