The Pyrite Ponderer

poem by: Julius Brian Cruz
Written on Sep 29, 2017

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...

 

Tags: Sad, Inspirational, Depressing,

 

 

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