When I look back on my long laborious life,
I can see but one meaningful moment in a sea of uselessness.
A fleeting glimpse of the dignity and prestige of success.
Like a storm on a calm summer’s day it came suddenly,
Lifting me up with the waves and left,
Crashing me down into the forlornness of the world,
In which I sought to be rescued from.
Once again I was nothing,
Just another life form, vainly searching the universe for a purpose.
How could life be so cruel?
To show me what it was like to live with reckless abandonment in a dream.
Then, twist and choke it out from the very center of my soul,
Casting me down into the despair of nothingness.
I fought with what miniscule strength I had left not to let the pit of loneliness
consume me,
But nothing prevailed.
Instead, I fell deeper into the ominous pit as I thought of my ignominious triumph.
Once the center of beauty,
It was now held on a pedestal to be mocked by all.
The whole workings of my life
Had been mercilessly whittled away before my weak, soulless eyes.
I had nothing to live for.
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