Our Endless Circle

Rage, destroy, plunder.
Worry, help, fix.
Is that what you do?
In an endless circle,
Repeat it over and over?
Do I do it too?

Where is the happiness in this?
Is it every time you fix it?
But it's so short lived,
I wouldn't dare call it true happiness.
It makes me question,
What happiness actually feels like, have we ever felt it?

Rage, destroy, plunder.
Worry, help, fix.
Rage, destroy, plunder.
Worry, help, fix.
Rage, destroy, plunder.
Worry, help, fix.

This path we make,
In hopeless replay,
What is its purpose?
Why do we do this,
And continue upon
This road we (always) take?