How Should We Describe Life?
A journey of steps?
A voyage to where?
What experience am I awaiting?
Is it this thrill or that one which will give my life meaning?
Maybe we should work to solve this existential crisis
Let’s create a blueprint, we must endeavor to build Babel, first in our hearts
But, until that happens, in vain we lament
To procrastinate, we consent
Cycles of life repeat as if they’ve made a covenant
As if life is addicted to despair and disappointment
Or maybe we haven’t learned to search for the root of our plight
Trillions upon trillions of people
None have been proved wise
For with one breath
With exasperated lungs
We sing in harmony
A pessimistic sigh
“Needles pierce my ailing body, and my pain grows greater. This life of mine, which has been like a disease- what is its meaning? In all the world I haven’t a single friend to whom I can unburden my soul. Truly all that appears to the eye is only a flower that blooms in a day.”
