Coop Running Through the Halls

Well you spend your whole life lookinu0027 For some bullshit Made-up purpose Mostly helpless But who can help it? Weu0027re all chasing But who knows what after So much work for how little it seems to matter Whatu0027s the point? Of really anything When everything feels terrible Whatu0027s the point? Of moving forward When every road leads nowhere Whatu0027s the point? Whatu0027s the point? Of so much wonder When the watchtoweru0027s view spans Forever... Whatu0027s the point? Of such abandon When the whole wide world feels abandoned... Whatu0027s the point? There is sadness & itu0027s infinite In the quiet space between Grains of sand in a glass A heaven so fragile Like gossamer thread unspooling Whatu0027s the point?