Marooned | Spoken Word Poetry

As you get old you start pondering on the meaning of words like
purpose,
or love,
or fate,
or free will,
and they haunt you with their reverberating nature,
they turn up the dial on your mind
until your hair hurts,
they tilt your compass.
The world is hard,
you didn’t get the owner’s manual for living
and yes,
you were wrong again.
Better luck next time.
You understand nothing
You know nothing
You are here.