I am Something for Nothing

Is there none to praise for all of this?
Not a soul to whom I can whisper cheers?

Because I hear the sea rolling in a distance
She breaths no lyrics but a chorus of rhythm,

I see the sun setting for my evening sleep
Though on she burns, she sleeps not a wink.

Is there none to praise for all of this?
Not a soul to whom I can whisper cheers?

Because the very moment I was born
Bloody frightened in this new womb, I loved life:

Something that was given, the most I could ask for
I smile in my dreams then wake up in laughter.

But is there none to praise for all of this?
Not a soul to whom I can whisper cheers?

I ask the wind, she answers me with breeze
I ask the stars, they answer me by shimmering

What to me at least seems like the best kept secret
Is known, I guess, by every other creature?

Then all I can be now appears to me clearly
-----------------------I AM--------------------------
Something, somewhere, somehow existing !

I need no purpose nor conviction to continue
Ambition for life is to simply keep breathing!

O possessed I feel with gratitude, as every cell
And nerve upon this frame of mine is existing hallelujah,
As I cannot deny, nor would I try to forget

I am something for nothing
I am something, for nothing

I can love, laugh, and bring through this gift
Or I can hate, cry, and kill for not one thing.

So until my time has twitched its final fray
My love life is life love, Existence being
The greatest and the only thing experienced.