middle of night , sorrow behind

at the middle of the night
you realize how alive you are.
you find that somethings are bad
and others ones are right.

other many things are absolutely gray
but at the end.. nobody will care.
cause this life , how we've known
will change for good, or maybe for bad.

and someones said: aren´t the explication what makes us still walking.
are our desires of keep the road what make that.

and every little breathe we take, is insignificant
if we see the air that exist.
and if we try to see the purpose of this life
is something.. useless
cause.. we will never know it at least.. not in this life.