CYCLE OF ABSURDITY

How to find a way out,

From endless cycle of suffering.

Life is just my OCD like:

Obsession-compulsion-repeat.

For what I born was?

For what I’m living now?

There is no point in this.

Anyway, I’m going to die.

But why was I born specifically,

Specifically there and specifically then?

I doubt it was by chance,

Even though I don't believe in fate.

It’s all seems strange to me.

Maybe, a special purpose I have?

Or why they sent me here?

To this surface of pain.

It doesn’t matter that we are born,

It doesn’t matter that we are dying,

But matters is what's in between,

I will live by the fate defying.

Day-night, day-night.

I can’t defeat the flow of time.

Life is through the void flight,

But to miss it is a crime.

Winter turns into summer,

But I don't feel joy from it.

I’m getting ready to again suffer,

I don’t want to myself cheat.

Who and why created this?

God doesn’t exist, it’s fake.

We are alone with our problems.

Lets the old ideals break.