Flipbook for the soul

A poem

Some people try for fame and glory
I'm worried more on two things,
finding love and growing old.

People tell me it doesn't matter
what you want to do,
It is a problem they say
inside of me and you.

Nobody really knows

what will become of you,
life flash's so fast
like a flip book full of truths.

Feel like no feelings
or emotions pierce the conscious,
so confused inside my skull
My mind so openly filled with dread.

You will have to reflect
to your life and detect,
and intercept what things come at you.

And I could blow at this point,
like a sand statue in the wind.