Something prompted me,
to think of such a thing.
Where would I be,
after everything.
Where would I end,
Where was the beginning.
When would the sand,
Stop flowing.
Time would never,
stop moving.
My body however,
One day will be dying.
I would not live forever.
I could not live forever.
My life will end,
For I am man.
This is a race,
weak and foolish.
Think only of face,
Never once do they relish.
It is a fact.
It is the truth.
But they'll say heck.
And call you uncouth.
They want happiness.
Avoid sadness.
But in their desires,
They hurt others.
They are blind,
Look only at their future;
Ignore the rest of their kind.
That is their culture.
Look at this place.
Where we all live in.
All those days.
They created this much sin.
Our world is breaking.
The environment is falling.
Instead of trying to fix it.
They envision the advantages of it.
Ignore the calamities it brings,
Think only of the good things.
Such is humankind.
A race which is unkind.
1 comment:
emo, emo. o.o
Relax dude, life isn't all gloomy and dead, though sometimes things all seem too down for us that we start thinking of such stuff.
Perhaps we're not of age, not "mature" enough to understand the ways of our adult counterparts.
Perhaps all this is a lie, but oh well.
There is hope in this world lah, especially for those who believe. =)
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