Year Of a Second

"Every day is like a year as short as a second."

Why would someone resonate with this reckon? 

Perhaps, their hearts were ruined!

I don't know. I'm again alone

Accompanied by dead shadows.

The flickering of light ain't no nonchalant...

 It reminds, life is getting shorter with every blink. 

Should I be happy, or should I be sad? 

There's no reason to shriek

 Nor any reason to clap. 

All I know is that every second there's death, every second there's birth.

We live on earth and speak of the universe!

Are we stuck in a loop or are we the atoms of dark rays?

Do we really imagine, or do we recall what has already happened? 

And then I realize—thousands of questions emanating from an atom!

I chuckle and chuckle again for I know I don't understand. 

But in the end, when I look again, I'm chained; tied up in emotions. 

Working all day, weeping all night, eating meals and craving for a life. 

They created money like they created happiness.

They created poverty like they created Apolo Mission.

They created things from the start till the end. 

We are just confined to them 

for something called a "reason."

I'm no thinker, nor a literary lieutenant. 

I'm a body with lips without a penis

Living with the creatures 

Offended by physical statements.

Every day is like a year, and a year is like a second.

You know, I'm happy that life is short, 

But sad because it isn't all...

I don't want to leave behind a world where children will be born. 

Because I don't seek answers, but an END. 

(Bewildered year doesn't feel like a second