Philosophical

The world turns on and on 
For those who live to care for it 
But when all your strength is gone, 
A window opens for a bit 
 
Fog and clouds help block the light 
From blinding you while you work, 
Liquids rain, and wash away the pain, 
While you hold together your world 
 
But the window now shows 
That the core’s gone cold, 
That you work for the sake of work 
And your body’s grown weak and old, 
 
But new knowledge brings hope 
And choices to be made, 
Where in darkness once you’d grope 
New hope can light the way

Exhaustion’s Window