The chaotic quest

   

Lost I was in the abyss of confusion
What perdition we seek in the disguise of
Bewilderment
Perhaps the propeller to an end we crave

Man’s travails catalyst sprouting outcome
The end justify the means we chorus
But the inevitable end we dread

What profit do we incur in the course of survival?
Amidst toil of uncountable hardship
Draining the better part of humanity
Indiscriminately
The urge to keep up with the struggle,
The sole comfort

Tarry not, I plead
Blame thy creator neither, though life existence
Vanity it tends, embrace the moment and merry
With the little for soonest it will pass
Disappearing into the chaos of unrecorded history