My Life Passes By Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

My life passes by,
Like a tropical storm.
As I always ask why.

Do I have to be like this.
Is there no other way?
Is there something I miss?

Can I be my own,
While others like me?
Or do I have to be like stone?

Cold and fearless,
Hard and emotionless.
Dead and lifeless.

My life passes by,
Like a cold winters night.
As I always ask why.

Is there a path,
That I have to follow?
It all goes so fast.

Do I have to feel,
This unstoppable sadness?
Do I have to be like steel?

Bendable and stainless,
Strong and heartless,
Dead and feelingless.

My life passes by,
Like thief's in the night.
As I always ask why.

Is there a way,
To escape this madness?
Or do I have to pay.

Do I have to make a stand,
To give myself a chance?
I can't because I'm like sand.

Scared and Shapeless,
Loose and pointless,
Dead and meaningless.

My life passes by,
Like death in the end,
As I always asked why.