So it happens,
It doesn’t go your way, sometimes.
Almost always.
For every step you progress,
There’s a step or two in reverse.
But then, here you are.
With all that you are.
Unlocking the bizarre.
Buffering the despair.
Brewing and wondering.
Terrified of ever trying.
Trying without faltering.
Or entirely breaking.
Here goes another one.
A day of being a human.
Constantly sticking.
Continously existing.

So it happens,
And you reminiscence
How it become what has become,
Only for you to succumb
That too shall pass
This, too, will press
And force you to embrace
The truths of our lives.
Both the perks
And the nightmares.

Vainly, I followed the scent of life.
I traced the meaning of existence.
I broiled in the sea of freedom
To exploit the exempt from chains.
Yet, all was in vain.

For my stoned soul,
And my irretrievably lost self,
I recite my sad verses.
I sigh in sheer darkness
The loss and the burns
Of whatever was there
Imagined or realized.

For all the failed attempts
Of trying to speculate
The meaning of life,
I laid off the strife,
And I send myself off,
To the lighthouse at the reef.
To rotate and revolve
The constant lights
On all stumbles and the loss.
Perhaps, in a hope
To see the dark knots
With the broad lights.

[Maybe I’m hiding.
Or else, denying.
All the failures
And the trials.
Yet, in my lighthouse,
All is in peace.
In absolute silence.]

So I would say…

All was in vain.
All in mere insanity.
All for nothing.
And all for none!