I have grown accustom to life’s conundrums.
I guess I have to.
As life’s problems are quite abundant.
Like when is it ending?
As we know, every second is spending,
Towards our life drawing to a close.
How do we ask whats the meaning to life?
Or how did we get here?
Without offending, someone or something.
I do not know what these answers are,
I probably never will.
I guess that is why I have grown accustom, to never answering life’s conundrums.