His life felt like an itch he could not scratch,
Each day he tried, of his life, to make sense,
The puzzle pieces, jumbled, would not match;
He sat on pause, when would good times commence?
With time though, he began to question why,
He felt this urge to master, understand,
His life, and all the truths that underlie,
Would comprehension lend the upper hand?
And so it was he came to question now,
Not only of his own life how and why,
But also if the questions asked allow
The asker to touch stars within the sky?
He did not know – but came to understand,
That as he wondered life slipped through his hands…