Dark and key lights

Each day passes by. The bar closes. Tomorrow is a new day. Most people go to bed at night. The sun shines itself. Every day shortening the life of our solar system. At the same time increasing our life experiences. What's going on around? Do I have a clue? This disability to piece things together when it matters. To realize the joy that was once so everyday has become the past. How does one find happiness in this new state of being? Is it worth living for? The only interest is to live and not work. Why? Is it wrong to think so? Why have things become the way they are now? Its a matter of time, so I say. So has been said. And yet struggle exists.