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...
Tapping my fingers
spinning a pencil
staring out a window
waiting
Scribbling notes
drawing doodles
playing a game
waiting
Not sure what it is
that I'm waiting for
something good
I hope
For all the waiting
and wonders that exist
inside my mind
it must cope
So I'll wait
and I'll wonder
what life has in store
until that moment
when I explore
whatever it is
I'm waiting about
and then I'll be
waiting no more
spinning a pencil
staring out a window
waiting
Scribbling notes
drawing doodles
playing a game
waiting
Not sure what it is
that I'm waiting for
something good
I hope
For all the waiting
and wonders that exist
inside my mind
it must cope
So I'll wait
and I'll wonder
what life has in store
until that moment
when I explore
whatever it is
I'm waiting about
and then I'll be
waiting no more
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