No point

depressing snow landscape

There is no point in travelling,
when you’ve no place to be.
No sense in searching,
when your heart cannot see.
And no doors will unlock,
when you don’t have a key.

There is no point in sowing,
where love cannot grow.
No questions worth asking,
of a life you can’t know.
And no reason for staying
when your heart says go.

There is no point in searching,
with dulled tired eyes.
No use in listening,
when you only hear lies
And no sense in living,
because everything dies.

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