Today, all is static, all remains the same, busy but pointless

It’s funny really, the things one thinks of!
A day at the beach with sand between your toes
A night in summer hearing June bugs buzzin
A humid afternoon in my older years, when I wonder
Is this it? Is this all? Is there more to come?
A face that will be forever etched in my heart
And, other faces that have come and gone.
Its their shadow that is a dim smudge upon this life,
remembrances good and bad.
A war fought without the blood and guts yet,
The pain is real.
Today I thought what if? A dangerous way to think,
one that leads to more questions and less answers.
Today, all is static, all remains the same, busy but
pointless, without purpose, yet it is what they expect!
Some days I get tired, well, if the truth were to be told
I am always tired. Tired of the relentless, mundane, train
That is reality, yeah reality!! The youngun’s come and go,
The days fly one after another, yet all feels the same
All is without fun, all is without purpose. It is only
Living till all is gone away.