Drowning

I'm drowning.

Drowning in the futility of it all

Time, my worst enemy

Cold heartlessness personified

It just keeps going on

Never looking back

How?

And how does one feel with such depth for another?

It would clear to you if you only knew

The epitome of love and affection

The joy of a million newborn babies

-But at the other end of the circle

When a circle supposedly has no end....

It's the circle of life

-So they say.

I'm drowning.

Drowning in the futility of it all

Lost in an ocean of nothingness

And yet somehow still managing to be surrounded

By love and affection

Because not all ends are absolute

Most ends may be futile,

But not necessarily absolute.

And that's what I cling to.