If life had no meaning

Sad day
Monotonous day
Fading like dreams
From many years ago

If life had no meaning
There would be no empathy
No shared pain
No doubled joy


If life had no meaning
A life would be a clock
Always ticking steadily until
the batteries run out

If life had no meaning
Everyone would be working
And striving
For a material end

If life had no meaning
Friends would come
After power
After Money


People strive for a steady career
For a few more dollars
And as if
Life is not to be treasured


Does life have no meaning?
or is it human nature to find a regularity when it isn't needed?

Money is the Goal

As one may know
Money is power
to make a poor man cower
And some might say that it makes the world go 'round

It is green like the earth
It is like a meadow or a tree
But can it provide shade in the blistering sunwith the softness of the sea
or from lying in it can you hear the rumbling life of the earth?

It is ok to strive for money
For it can bring you food and shelter and luxuries and spoil a child with sweets
But is it right to spend all your time reaching for powerful seats
And this little green paper withlittle green numbers
Above anything else with ni child to spoil or
No time with which to enjoy a luxury?

Is it all right to sit and file papers away
And stare at a screen every single day
With no hope of escape?

And leave the world unexplored?

Is it alright to do nothing while others starve away
To be alone with a bucket of green paper day after day.

archives

just a reminder - for older posts, feel free to look through the archives (links should be on the right side column somewhere.

SAD :'(

I'm just feeling more down than usual because of a lot of stuff. T_T
like, having been sick (asthma, bronchitis, and allergies )
:(

and all the work i have to make up.
it's a lot

and just the feeling of being sick makes me feel bad

*sigh*







*crawls into a corner and sobs while doing homework*

Corporate Inevitability

Day by day, like a pedulum life swings
Over and over the deadlines loom
It's been a century since the cherished bluebird sings
That it is cherished indeed, forever forgotten behind the cube

Cabinets filled with no food
And monotony the eternal theme
A steady living is seen as good
But what is the price of a unique soul


Metal boxes carry the slaves to their jo
Toiling under paper, under pressure, under pay
An everyday something to make one so
From nine to forever the business world turns