random rant – and a tribute to dylan

what’s the point of Life
and who said there had to be a point
Life is a series of gloomy episodes
juxtaposed with brief glimpses of sunshine

I wonder what we are so busy trying to achieve
fame, notoriety, pleasure, affluence, happiness
when these are but transitory phases, at best mediocre
and always counterfeit
for every pinnacle of joy you conquer, there is an even higher peak of sadness

then why this mad urge to go on? And on and on
why are we so carefully preserving ourselves
when these hour-glass figures and macho muscles
will one day be ashes to ashes and dust to dust

at least if one could live with honesty, dignity
this miserable existence would somehow make sense,
to one who is so desperately trying to grasp a shard of clarity
in this miasma of hopelessness

I meet hypocrisy at every turn, in every face
a testimony to the futility of the ‘human cause’
judging by the way we treat animals, I know all is lost

but this random rant is neither here nor there
in this world of changing affiliations
where your heart becomes the biggest villain,
perhaps the only real hero is bob dylan