The Philosophical Reasoning Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Why is the road longer when you're in a hurry?
Why does a second stretch endlessly in pain,
but an hour in joy disappears like breath in the wind?

We seek meaning in chaos,
build bridges out of thoughts,
as if understanding is the same as holding on.

Maybe there is no reason,
no greater plan,
only movement, only being.

Yet we keep asking,
keep thinking,
as if answers bring us closer
to something always just out of reach.