The Futility

There is a time to live and there is a time to die.
There is a time to see and there is a time to ignore.
A time to think through and a time to let go.
And there is a time to arrive and there is a time to depart.
There is a time to wake up and there is a time to bed.
There is a time to make mistake and there is a time to amend.
There is a time to mourn and there is a time go on.
There is a time to rejoice and there is a time to repent.
A time to borrow and there is a time to repay.
There are summers and there are winters.
There come springs and there trees shed leaves in autumns.
All through the ups and downs life goes on.
As meaningless as it can be and as weird as it can get.
Nothing is permanent, no belief, no faith, no trust and no one.
But I live on to taste the bitterness of this truth,
That comes in pursuit of my exploration of why I live.