Wanting to know what it is that life is all about.
Still knowing less then what it was that I knew yesterday.
Could it be true again,
that yesterday is history,
and tomorrow is just an illusion.
Knowing that it may all end mush to soon,
and that there is nothing that we are going to be able to do about it all.
Who would believe it?
I wish that I knew that answer to all of that,
because I am finding ut hard to understand it myself.
The only thing that I know for sure is that I know nothing beyond my own name.
Wishing that it would change,
but there are times,
when the only thing that I can do right now is to just try and keep on writing,