How captivating is the need to find,
Some sensible meaning in one's being.
As you come close and can see,
Your time ending.
When you are standing on mid roads.
Half or more is already gone.
Time suddenly becomes scarcity.
Life and meaning destiny come haunting.
I have seen the old holding to
These things and now I know
What makes them so crazy.
Before your time ends.
Still finding meaning
We'll pass by, one day.
Meaning changes for every being.
Holding caring will remain.