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...