Daydreaming

I sometimes think I am too dumb, To understand this kind of shit. I don't know math, and I can't run, So all I can is cry a bit. My mind is full of pretty things, But that one question makes me thinking: If world will anyway collapse, So why the hell we keep on living? Oh we're people, we're like Gods, Those Gods who only cause destruction, So we will go against all odds To find the roots and satisfaction. And all these thoughts disrub my peaceful, My sweet and funny, lovely life. I think I need to quit daydreaming, To stop these thoughts, To live this life.