the tick of the clock in the early morning

"i don't want to hold you and feel so helpless..
i don't want to smell you and lose my senses..
and smile in slow motion..
with eyes in love"
(foolish love, rufus wainwright)

i've been lost before and i found my way back;

but the scares that it left still make me aware.
is perseverance as a key enough to solve our problems?
or do we need to remedize a concoction for every single one?
if so, then how thick will our spellbook be?

what is the true definition of happiness?
to be able to act without thinking;
and not be blamed if it was a mistake?
to be able to owned everything we want with little effort;
and not be criticized for the choice we make?

in an analogue world we still stay.
where everything in truth is very much the same.
and everything we do carries a weight.
but to what extend do we really care?
do we even care?

in finding the truth we'll uncover more questions.
ones that we ourselves are forced to ponder on.
will we be left outwitted by our own desire to seek question rather than answer?
will we ever be able to find the answer to life?
is there even an answer to start with?