The world turns
Clouds of joy and pain form in dense air
And thoughts fall like rain back down to us
Filling up the vessels that are our lives
Where are we going?
What’s it all for?
Will the sun rise again tomorrow?
Every day is a dice roll
Every hour a miracle
When our time is up
Will we look back with regret?
Or shall we bask in pride?
Whatever the answer may be
The world keeps turning