#OpenPoetry I am looking for estrangement. The human condition in which, We truly exist. The utter desolation and futility of life, The inescapable throw of dice, The wandering wind blowing us in any and every direction. Our every breath is the smoke rising from our ashes, As life changes it's morbid mood, We March unto an illusion. Always in sight ,never within reach. I think like a child and I fathom it all. Life is a voluntary play, That's all. So estrangement is what I seek. Where blows no wind, No dice counts. No effort goes in vain, For everything is as if a novelty, When I am deranged and insane. I see no truth, I see no meaning, All I see is a joke, A joke played on me. So I leave my seat from the Audience, And enter the stage. I laugh and sing and cry, I make goals and try, I participate and engage. I live despite all I see, And now the joke is not on me song of modern man