Tell me why do I have so many questions?
Where are the answers? Any suggestions?
Inside my head, there is this web thing
Jumbled and scrambled
The spider's got no wings
Though stick to the sides in the walls
Will it survive, if it falls?
Earth is revolving at a slower speed
Looks like my imagination has got a lead
Faster than ever, its making me feel
Like a horse running the cart on one wheel
Trying to find the route to its field
Confused, if the master will lead his way
Will it reach its destination anyway?
Tick-tock says the clock hanging on the wall
Second by second, minute by minute it talks
Time is always very short, I am told
When a mouse is running to reach its hole
Searching its way, cleverly it goes
Though it may fall prey to cat's claws
Will it survive if its caught?
Trying to learn how will the life whistle
Are there any rules to be followed in this jungle?
When no rays can pass through and mingle
Fast or slow, everyone is betting on the throw
Revolving questions around life's casino
Will I find the answers to end it all?