Crystal

Life is nothing,
but a gentle snowflake.
Descending upon the earth,
or going where the wind may take.

It is just a victim,
falling slowly with tireless time.
Always on the surface,
covering the abominable grime.

No aim, no goal,
and nothing to guide it through.
No fixed destinations,
no place to eventually go to.

Its fate is uncertain,
drifting till the time has come.
Shrouded in doubt,
contemplating what it may become.

What is the point,
if circumstances you can’t control?
Spiraling in mid-air,
swirling towards an empty black hole.

It is the truth,
a reality we must embrace.
There is no true meaning,
life is just a passing phase.

Yet we cling to everything,
for survival we always slither.
But like a snowflake in harsh wind,
this life will surely wither.