Swirl

Our condition, modern world. Life is two stepping stones- Seeking time's passing, And seeking to pass time. The far bank is death. I watch as people hop Between the two, Before growing bored And leaping to the bank. I grew sick of the first stone, then the second, And having only 22 years been hopping, found myself not yet bored. So instead of leaping to the bank, I leap into the stream. No knowledge of the outlet, Nor the origin, comforts me. I am but a swirling confusion