I don't know what is happening.

There is only so much we can see. Things happen everywhere around us, all the time, all set in one perpetual motion whose motive is yet unknown to me. There is only so much we can hear. The sounds never die away. The lips always move, but we just can't hear what they are saying. There is only so much we can know.
We believe we've experienced something in life. But what is truth?
What of all those moments worth living for?
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Will they?

Loler!