Blood ties,
All the lines,
A cosmic wheel,
Goes round and round;
A road that never ends,
Doing the same thing all over again;
The agony is building.
Eat,
Sleep,
Crap,
And Work,
Is this all that gives life meaning?
The stories I read,
The music I listen,
Imaginations,
Of machinations,
Risen,
From the deepest part of mind;
Do they mean nothing?
For if I cannot feel,
And the stark world,
Rejects my sight,
My might,
And anger Conquer thee,
And me,
Blood goes reaching down the walls.
And still I sit here,
Waiting,
Watching,
Wondering why time passes by,
Caught up in my hate.
But for all my anger,
All my rage,
I am still just this rat,
Hiding in this Cage.
ISA
All the lines,
A cosmic wheel,
Goes round and round;
A road that never ends,
Doing the same thing all over again;
The agony is building.
Eat,
Sleep,
Crap,
And Work,
Is this all that gives life meaning?
The stories I read,
The music I listen,
Imaginations,
Of machinations,
Risen,
From the deepest part of mind;
Do they mean nothing?
For if I cannot feel,
And the stark world,
Rejects my sight,
My might,
And anger Conquer thee,
And me,
Blood goes reaching down the walls.
And still I sit here,
Waiting,
Watching,
Wondering why time passes by,
Caught up in my hate.
But for all my anger,
All my rage,
I am still just this rat,
Hiding in this Cage.
ISA
It sounds as if you are bored, my friend. Your life is no different from the lives of many around you. We can derive joy from small wonders twinkling in the darkness of the mundane. Look around and find them.
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