Twenty-six years and one week later,
There is still no clue to where this existence is leading.

Attempts to find some kind of comfort today,
All failed in a rather tragic fashion.
Everyone is indeed too busy with their adult lives,
To be able to give time and stay sensitive to a soul,
With emotions leaking through the patchwork seams.

A new personal strategy:
Stop all the microscopic nonsense,
Focus on giving a damn about the world,
Work very hard for thesis.