Going through the motions,
Silly, nonchalant notions,
Stirring my emotions...
Life is such a daily game,
Changing, and, still the same,
Time is the scapegoat, on which we hang the blame...
Feeling out of whack,
Having a panic attack,
Attempting to always stay on track...
Never going simply with the flow,
We desire to always know,
Where we are destined to go...
Resisting the natural rhythm of due process,
We create an even bigger mess,
Wondering why we are submerged in stress...
Never one to take it as it comes,
We move about more than the beat of drums,
Never actually knowing the final sums,
Of that which could have been,
Such is the battle of will with men,
Over and over and over again....