Why must life be this way? I don’t understand it. If we lived in a utopia, things might be better; but I’m not sure about that. I wish there was some kind of something to overcome this feeling of inadequacy. I doubt I will ever fully figure it out. If I had the ability, I would do it in a second. But I don’t seem to have that ability at the moment. Maybe one day I will be able to figure it all out.
At work doing work stuff shuffling papers and the like Waiting for lunch and then time to go more than a paycheck I know Staring at the ceiling thinking of life listening to things that don't make sense It's worth something that's for sure what it is somedays haven't a clue