Her head hangs like an anxious child Staring intently at the toy on the floor She wants something to play with She wants something to make hers She wants to own a part of the world But she canβt
So it is the way of the unconscious Needlessly begging for something Anxiously hoping for something Aimlessly striving for a purpose She wants to own a part of the world But she canβt
She can find her purpose She can get what she wants But for how long? Is that all there is? A time with which we wait and toil And debate and long for Time is nothing, Time is all Which one is it?