World Full of Riddles

Verse 1: Why do we drive on parkways, When the green should be our home? Why do we park in driveways, But never let the tires roam? It’s a twisted kind of logic, Like the moon in the midday sky, We’re all searching for the answers, But no one’s asking why. Chorus: Why does the night seem longer, When the stars begin to fade? Why do we rush through life, man, When the memories never stayed? It’s a world full of riddles, In a mind that’s lost its way, We’re spinning through the cosmos, But we never seem to stay. Verse 2: Why do we pay with dollars, For things that we don’t own? Why do we say we’re grounded, When our minds are far from home? It’s a language full of puzzles, Like a mirror in the dark, We’re speaking in reflections, But the meaning leaves no mark. Chorus: Why does the time feel slower, When we’re running out of days? Why do we hold our breath, man, When there’s nothing left to say? It’s a maze without an ending, In a dream we can’t escape, We’re dancing on the edges, Of a life we never shape. Bridge: Round and round we go, Through the loops and the lines, The questions keep on turning, In the corners of our minds. The colors swirl together, In a trip that never ends, We’re all just trying to find it, But we can’t make amends. Outro: So why do we drive on parkways, And park in driveways too? Why do we search for meaning, In a world that’s so askew? We’ll keep on wondering, man, Till the day we finally see, That the answers aren’t out there, They’re just reflections of you and me.