Can I start a new page?
As yesterdays fade away...
And tomorrows become today.
Rearrange the dots to form a new timeline!
Redefine or learn to accept my hand's lifeline?
Moments passing by like ships thru the night..
Every star in the sky,
~ a light ~
At the end of infinite tunnels..
Which shall I reach for?
Door number 1, 2 or 344?
So many possibilities...
Or is that an illusion?
The glass walls of fate predetermining our conclusion?
My belly-button is a bottomless hole.
The deeper I peer, the farther I fall.
Is life a quest in self-questioning,
But with no end in sight just circular-reasoning?
Do we expect too much?
So much added significance?
Or should we just eat, sleep and die.
And enjoy a life of "no relevance?"
Do I need a meaning to justify my existence?
My path a blank page, or a script already written?
Is life just a means, or an end in itself?
Can we "just" live, with no ulterior motive...
But peace, happiness and whealth?