Ennui

What’s there in life?
What’s there to live?
What’s there to do?
Who’s there to meet?
An aimless wander, clockwise around
time, the time we live- that’s the norm.
Some may choose, choose the anti-clockwise.
But why? What’s the point? to be branded queer?
But this queer destiny we live, reside and squander,
A succumb illness that is humanity, the death
of the free and the unique for;
what- is the point?
A rhetoric to spur thought or internal question?
is this demos cratos, or is this a bureaucratic life..