I am no different from others.
Much I submit to my ego
I find I am no different from others.
I have all the failings
what I see in others and resent.
By and by I find
I am no different from others
with all the failings in others I resent.
It's a strange world
with happenings you cannot explain.
I start with a resolve.
I try to bring changes to trivialities
and hackneyed ways
here, there, and in so many places.
Not that I do not succeed.
I do.
But at the end it is so meaningless.
Overall, nothing has changed.
It is the same old story.
The same grind.
The same failings.
The same lamentations.
Nothing changes.
Yes, of course, the technology, innovations,
the creativity you cannot deny.
But do they change anything really?
When you are gone what remains?
