Keep...

Mere details, mere considerations...
Everything is mere and bland.
That's the specifications of.

Everyway we shoot out is nothing...past.
Past by our mere ignorance.
That's the sense we define.

Clocks ticks in, and, out...
Meaning, flies, as well.
That's to consider.

The shine out of here, is simply, simple.
It's shining, bright, out, all-round.
That's it. 


So we just keep on strugling, we just keep on wondering:
Where is the life us for us to be (in)?