Aimless

Kicking into existence without purpose,

Wailing through the circus.

Blabbering our way around

And bumping into the ground.

Aimless since a child, aimless

All we are. Into an adult's life aimless

Still we are. First, aiming only for

The mother's breast and the milk it bore

Later, aiming for that toy store-

A better aimlessness- but soon aim the door

And think "Ah! I've got my life's aim

Time to make some money fame."

Hence, goes into the world and takes

From it all he needs. Smiles he fakes,

Tears he makes, gets his wish and yet aimless!

For no wish fulfilled can please the flesh.

So, now he wants a bride to share

And praise all his victories; but that

Not enough, he wants heirs to pat

Their backs... Ah! The madness

It won't end here, this madness!

For there's always something better to aim

Glories, riches, luxuries, rewards and fame.

So grows old the aimless boy and will

Give soon his burden to the stick and still

Look for another aim and finding

It, think all previous aims to be binding.

So he shouts to this madness "Cease!"

For now all he wants is peace.

He embarks on another journey

The one that he thinks shall set him free.

Still aimless but does not know it.

No true aim to hold forever, that achieved

Gives pleasure. But is human ever pleased?

Aimless born and aimless die. Aims all

Aimless are, either none or too many fall.

Aimless aims- but no TRUE aim at all

No position waits for us, no one call.

All gotten but nothing remains.

So, what matter the aims, the desires

They are only pastimes and liars

Of our own making, for us to wait

(While we seem not to wait)

For that one and only one aim

Sin's own daughter and our dame.

What are all these aimless aims

But distractions, till one gains

That sleep so deep, towards which we

Move since birth and at peace be.

But will it end there? Or endless do

The aimless aims go for us to

Go through all this aimless pain

Again and again and again and again.