What does it all mean?
This life we lead
We rise with the sun
We love, we bleed
On a treadmill
Moving day to day
We go through the motions
And act a certain way
We while away the hours
At work, at leisure
We indulge in a few
Earthly pleasures
And the clock ticks on
No respite in sight
What’s it all for?
Why does day turn into night?
A cyclical existence
The huge wheel turns
Some say it’s a challenge
We’re here to learn
We’re born, we die
The interim’s a choice
But fate has a hand
In whether we commiserate or rejoice
I know not what
I incarnated for
But the monotony is palpable
And I crave something more.
Rachel Rhodes 