The Meaning is gone

And Time is passing:

Daydreams keep coming

With every yawn.

Crooked thoughts make crooked paths

That my mind will follow

And the resulting sorrow

Will almost always stir my wrath.

Love is a lengthy highway

With many bends and turns

And at ev’ry bend I learn

That knowledge keeps me on my way.

Sometimes I think I know

Why I do the things I do,

But when I look at you

I find the answer’s “No!”

I know I’m of little or no use

And that I’m insignificant;

But One Word would give me a hint

That life is not for abuse.

(written in 1965)