So transient this is existence, I have become all too aware. One only has to tap into daily news and posts to feel and understand.

Were I a voyager, that would be consoling. Is there something more than this?

The toil. The troubles. The fatigue. The endless cycles of repetition. Money really does make the world go round. More than ever.What’s it all for?

I am not of this world…
But am scared to leave it.