The future...

I sit here, thinking about it all
The way everything has passed by
The years we spent trying to do everything
Grasping at so much and yet, not at all…

The vastness ahead is daunting
Worrying and terrifying,
Yet we try to strive towards the same
That is what will define us,
That is what we were born to do.

Life is full of such mix-ups
So many variables, so much randomness
We hurry and scurry, changing this and that
Optimizing everything for that distant goal

What it is, we do not know
All we know, is that is all that we have
Our hopes, our aspirations
Our dreams, our work
Maybe that’s what the whole problem is
Maybe that’s why it’s called life.

Amidst all this paranoia
We try to find those seconds of peace
Those lapses of sanity, those lapses of sense
Those lapses of laughter, those lapses of joy
Merging all this together, we get our vicious circle
The daily grind, the humdrum routine
Those memories to last, a lifetime, forever ..
And life goes on… and we dream on…