Looking for Something in Dark
Sometimes sadness crawls in
Like the fog invading the football field
In the middle of the winter night
Unknowingly,
I am looking for something
Looking for somebody
In the darkness of my existence
To make this life
Little more colorful
Little more
Something.
Morning and evening
From sunrise to late in the evening
I work and
Consume the time
Or the time consumes me
I wander and wonder
Like a machine
In an auto run
As if I am in a race
With the time
With the seasons
With the moon and stars
Running nonstop
But with no goal
I ask myself
What am I doing here?
Is it what I want to do?
Is it what will give me
Something to hang on to?
Like everybody else?
Just living
For the living sake.
But for what end?
For what purpose?
((*.*))
December 2001 |