This month of November
The year almost over
Faster than the year before
The time for Thanksgiving
For having survived yet another
Year since the last
Facing all the unexpected
Doing all the unanticipated
Feeling the ups and downs
Million thoughts in the cloud
Being part of the crowd
In meaningless pursuit
To find happiness
Or rather the endless strive
To forget the fear of realizing
To avoid ever finding the truth
That there is no meaning
Other than to live
Other than to live
