Nothing really happens but the end in the middle
You think to yourself –
This year is going to be big;
Another deadline you set for yourself
In hope of something different.
It is the same cycle of seasons
Repeating itself –
A few degrees up or down in winter or summer
A few millimeters of rain more or less every time it rains
Countless leaves falling each autumn –
Nothing really changes though;
You assign reasons to the occurrences
Even though nothing really happens.
Each passing year
Time takes something out of you
To leave you dead
In the end –
A point of no return.
What is worse –
All this happens
In the middle of life
With eons on either side
But nothing left to live.