Plip plop
Raindrop
Sliding down the window pane

Time doesn't stop
As it meets the blacktop
This liquid substance we call rain

The minutes they pass
Life's funny like that
How the world just keeps on turning

The moments, they don't last
Regardless of their impact
The clock keeps ticking, this I'm learning

You've likely pondered
The reason you're here,
The reason behind
Anything at all.

It's commonly wondered,
You needn't fear!
You're trying to find
Your own life's catchall.

Well, I can tell you,
But are you quite sure
You want the surprise
Revealed and unfurled?

You've already come
This far, I suppose.
Hopefully, you'll be
The next one who knows!

The purpose of life
Is continuance
Of what gives purpose,
Our own existence

Depends upon you
Keeping life going,
Helping our own race
Continue growing.

Now, that's merely one
Interpretation
Of our life's meaning,
Yet our damnation

Lies in our people
Still populating
This overcrowded,
Ever-increasing

Race of all humans,
Raised to reproduce,
But what's our limit
Before we're reduced

To being unable
To help ourselves
When we're overwhelmed
By how deep we delved

In this instinctual
Desire to expand
The booming birthing
Of our race, so "grand"?

Too much of something
Good is quite simply
What needs avoiding,
Lest the impending penalty...

What if nothing's real?
Where would it ever be found
Except in our minds?

To yearn for comfort
In your grievous heart,
Blighted by traumas
Which tore it apart,

You aim to consult
These friends from afar,
Not realizing
They won't mend these scars

If they're miles away
From the very source
Of these ghastly wounds
Causing the discourse

Amidst those that claim
To offer support,
Yet witness your pain,
But give help of no sort.

You're left all alone,
Not a soul nearby
To muffle your moans
Or soften your cries.

Your heart's turned to stone,
Though love's what you sought.
There's ice in your bones;
Your soul's left to rot.

Why become engrossed
In follies they boast
When other splendors
Are found easily?

The world possesses
Much better catches
And much more in store
If you're patiently

Awaiting a find
That could blow your mind
At its very core!
Still, you lazily

Accept the same spiel
They seem to still deal:
A gigantic bore's
What it is, basically.

Unprovoked, you often squabble
With strangers you don't even know.
Often spouting unkind ramblings,
Seems like your head suffered a blow.

You rant and rave, not making sense,
You babble such mindless drivel.
The head you carry seems so dense;
In your little world, you revel.

You spew such foul atrocities
No one can seem to comprehend.
Still, you speak in this gibberish
No one wishes to understand.

Your madness and stupidity
Are such a sad combination.
Hopefully, you enjoy all your
Nonsensical fascinations.

Withering life starts to surround
The blazing colors seen around
Decrepit forestry looking glum,
Yet beauty's found within Autumn.

Life upon Earth begins rebirth,
Reasons aplenty for feeling mirth!
Towering trees soon shed their leaves,
'Tis no reason for us to greave!

Taking walks amongst the woods,
It should be easily understood
When life ends its annual race,
Yet another will take its place.

This phase of nature's quite a sight;
In its scenery lies delight.
No need to fear it when it comes,
Instead, revel in the glory of Autumn!