Dear life, I choose that way

Dear life,
What are you really about?
Postmodernism took my soul, pawn an ambition
As many years pass by
I do my life based on my willingness to win,
catching hope and pursue
It circled

Is this Roman's decade?
Is this when Kurt Vonnegut live in slighters house?
Because I listen to disharmony
I see the emptiness from a group which focus on their screen

So, dear life
I'd been melancholy all the time to find the truth
to find meaning
And being nothing in the heavy kind of logical world
I choose that way