A Man Driving In a Circle

A man bought a used car on the way home Paid only two hundred dollars for a Chevrolet Happily driving the road toward his home Could be happy but the realization came too late Facing many one way streets and dead ends Being forced to make detours, finally he’s lost This pitiful lost man hopelessly contemplates A philosophical question, Why am I here? Driving in circles, a man separated from his origin He keeps unhappily driving around in circles He keeps asking the question like a moron Life is a merry-go-round turning in circles The man passed his house hidden from view No sense of direction, that is what he inherited Trying to recognize what he sees and hears He keeps driving and asking when will it end?