What's The Point?

What's the point in breathing?
We all, in turn, will die.
What's the point in speaking truth,
If some of its a lie?

What's the point in hiding, if there's no doubt you'll be found?
What's the point in pleasing those,
Who only put us down?

What's the point in loving,
If your heart is bound to break?
What's the point in original,
If so many things are fake?

What's the point in wishing,
When we know the star will fall?
What's the point in walking,
When at some point we all crawl?

What's the point in smiling,
If the tears are bound to flow?
What's the point in holding on,
If at some point you'll let go?

What's the point of "playing safe"
If one day you'll get caught?
What's the point in repeatedly fighting a war,
That has been fought?

What's the point in questions,
If the answers never come?
What's the point in singing,
If the sound becomes a hum?

But that's just it.
The answers there,
Why we do the things we do.

To balance out
What will occur,
If you choose to follow through.