finding the meaning

i can see the grain of time slipping away by my grip and falling into the parlance of infinity..another day of sounding pressure gauging my existence to this world..my derailed life from the correct track..life seems to ask that simple question again and again..and i face with a blank..what this existence has given me..or wat significant i hv done yet so far..always moving to a tied rope from one end..life seems a wall clock..and am the stick of it alwys moving but going no where..i let mt butterflies to fly..but my modusvivendi has alwys been dreadful.