There Isn't All The Time

I used to ponder, with a mind that never wandered
How my time on this plane could be squeezed into a frame
Now I'm older and no bolder and wishing i could be told
That what I know right now would help me anyway

So I sit, stand, lie down, jump up
Thinking that whatever I am knowing is really nothing but thoughts
Knowing that thinking I am doing will never be enough
When a life like this can easily be cut short.

Now I wander with a mind that never really ponders
Why I'm here and why I still roll on
Because at the end of days all these words and these phrases
Will mean nothing and then it is done.