What Is Life? I have been thinking about this question a lot lately. Why this life? Why am I here? What is the point of it all? If you guessed torture and more torture , you would be correct. At least, that’s my take on it all. Life is pure Hell if you ask me. I know you didn’t ask me, but if you were to ask me, that would be my answer. Yep, life is Hell. You think there’s a Heaven and a Hell when we die? I doubt it. I think we are already in Hell. This life is Hell. I don’t know how many times I can repeat that. But it’s worth repeating to get it into your heads. I hear sirens outside right now. I wonder if it’s the police or an ambulance. I don’t have a clue. It’s one or the other for sure. I can’t think of what else it could be. Maybe it’s a fire truck? But they usually honk their horns as they’re going through town to make people move out of the way. I don’t hear any honking. Simulated Life It all brings me back to the conclusion that this life is a simulation. There’s no other...
That bright new day is around the bend
when parties happen and people mend
New Years is the day I speak of
oh how fun and joyful
Resolutions round about
as people contemplate their doubt
thinking of the past for sure
wondering if this year will be pure
Something different will come their way
at least they hope with some ray
making wishes and making mends
are what people do at New Years
when parties happen and people mend
New Years is the day I speak of
oh how fun and joyful
Resolutions round about
as people contemplate their doubt
thinking of the past for sure
wondering if this year will be pure
Something different will come their way
at least they hope with some ray
making wishes and making mends
are what people do at New Years
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