The Pyrite Ponderer
Days are counting like seconds, upon this lonely place of mine.
Already coming late, hands just now passed nine.
I have to hurry! Why do I have to hurry?
When I already know, where this road will lead me.
Pointless efforts, meaningless passion.
Nothing is sort, life without direction.
An endless lane, no guarantee at the end.
Am I insane?, just follow them and pretend.
The cycle never ends, especially for you and me.
As we age; we study, then work; then feel sorry.
Meet a partner, then have a family.
Now can you see.. It’s the same old story.
But isn’t it funny? How I see life negatively.
Yet I never worry, certainly there are like me.
Trying to find answers, searching for a missing light.
Lost beneath intuition, pondering upon the sleepless night...
