As a flowing rumble,
My life Splashes to crumble,
On the rocks of existence,
Time and Again, in boundless Persistence,
I plead myself once too often;
to run away from the free-flow,
to the shadows, away from the murky glow,
time, for the thought to spare,
lurks in the gloom of despair,
Why should I live, why I exist,
for the shallow life to consume me?
Then again, from these shadow,
emerges, a thought, that there is reason,
I try to follow its guiding light,
but always end up in a room,
Locked from Inside,
Allow me to know that reason,
The Know All, Oh, Mighty Heaven!
Why should I be brewed a remedy?
for there are no disease I cure!
Why should I be always in search,
For my own existence on Earth?
Tell me, Oh sear of unknown,
Why should I look for Answers,
When there are no questions asked?
Only an unsolved puzzle,
to solve it, is only what my life embarks?