Introspeculation

The common man
Tries to make a viable plan
But gathers his bearings and drives off in a moving van
To his next settlement at the flash in the pan
The very core of consciousness
Is to arrive at its own essence
Hence he tries to question then process
The nature and purpose of his existence
The panacea for panic attacks
Caused by forces beyond his control
Taking him off track
Are hiding in the side alleys of his soul
Like clearing spider webs around that forgotten
Fat volume of ancient wisdom
He searches some golden
Nuggets in the glorious kingdom
And once he becomes a hoarder of sorts
He retires to his loft
With the knowledge that in his lifetimes cohort
His personal battles are outweighed by the ones between Apple and Microsoft.