To make ends meet we foolishly run around,
Making money and riches but loosing ground,
Our enemies run in circles and in confusion,
But we are running and jumping to all sorts of conclusions.

The days are short and the nights are long,
Only the Chinese know how to beat the gong,
They hit it with a mallet made just so,
How do they tune it? I do not know.

With our Televisions and computers glowing with glee,
We missed out on how to really and truly be,
The best that we can in all of life's endeavors,
It really is so simple when one is so clever.
The beat is swift and the tune kind of catchy,
This sweater I'm wearing is itchy and scratchy,
But I grin and bear it without much thought.
While I look at vacation souvenirs I just bought.

Our children are asking the darnedest questions,
But we don't answer or give any suggestions,
We sit and we stare at some distant memory,
And we think on how things really should be.

The quest of truth and the meaning of Life,
We search and search for with lots of energy and strife,
Will we find it? If so what shall we do?
To keep it and still manage to muddle through.

When life comes to an end what exactly happens?
Who gets the paper plates and the fancy napkins?
Should we sit up straight and keep our mouth shut?
Or do we pick up old habits and stay in our rut?

These questions I can not answer,
It's a loosing battle with terminal cancer,
But as I look up at the moon lit sky,
I think Why? and just who am I?