Ethan: Marooned

As you get old you start pondering on the meaning of words like

purpose,

or love,

or fate,

or free will,

and they haunt you with their reverberating nature,

they turn up the dial on your mind

until your hair hurts,

they tilt your compass.

The world is hard,

you didn’t get the owner’s manual for living

and yes,

you were wrong again.

Better luck next time.

You understand nothing

You know nothing

You are here.