Assumptions

every day comes with anew things.
anew dawn. new morn. new ladies...
& their newest wedding rings.
and it makes me wonder,
"what exactly the purpose of my life is?"
"is it just 'bout sleeping with latest ladies... ?
or 'bout... just strumming their G-thing, bing ping?"
every product's as sinful as sin
so sugary & spiced & soured under skin
people say, they wanna live their life
but i wonder, how the life can be lived..
if it's already being "dreamed"?
dreamed of what? in what? for whom?
i'm being shackled by mind,
& my mind being enslaved by the hearts', i assume.