The everyday rush,

The voice never hushed:

What's the truth, what's the meaning?

Is there purpose for living?

I ask when I pause,

When I feel that I've strayed.

Am I holding the cause,

Or is it my fate?

If I search really deep,

Will I find what I want?

What lies far I can't grip,

But if close - it might hurt.

Every day if I think,

I might fall in a trap.

All will end in a blink -

With no memories, no love.

So do I have an answer?

Do I know what and how?

Was it before, is it after?

I don't know; I only live now.


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