Time mocks my presence,

With its varied speeds.

I try to tempt fate,

And I'm tempted instead.

I'm playing the game of Life alone

And I'm still manage to lose.

I wish it were all a game

And it becomes more serious.

I tell myself not to care,

And then become enthralled.

I think it better not to speak,

And it becomes impossible to stay quiet.

I see a chance,

But what to do?

I know I'm something

But what, to whom?

I hear a call,

From which direction?

I know the answer

But to which question?

It's when I inquire,

That I get no reply.

It's when I answer myself,

That I call the most bluffs.

It's when Life is meaningless,

That I spur myself on.

I try to decide; instead

I create more choices.

I tell myself to like something

And come up with a hundred reasons not to.

I make myself work, then

I redo it again and again.

I see a way

But what to do?

I am something

But what, to whom?

I hear a call,

From which direction?

I know the answer

But to which question?

I'm confused; I know it.

I tell myself it's not the case.

I'm relaxed; I hate it.

I know I should be concerned.

I'm annoyed; I love it.

Now I can express my views.

I have a chance

But what to do?

I know I'm something

But what, to whom?

I hear a call,

From which direction.

I know the answer

To which damned question?