The world is turning gray
What can we say
Our thoughts are mostly blue
So numb, no feeling
Though chaos is not new
Memories come from tears
With a few beers
Some do not see
We live in a pattern
Day after day, after day
Nonstop going on to the next generation
How can we live?
And yet not see
Only one thing remains
Our souls roaming the world
Asking ourselves why
Answer:
This passage appears to be a poetic reflection rather than a question with a specific answer. It addresses themes of monotony, introspection, and existentialism.