What are we...
Meaningless dots on a sheet of paper
Fashioned to do or say as we're told
Else we be sold to another creator
And work for another in favor
Around us is a bigger picture
A more important calling
Next to us we don't see what's falling
Relationships, careers, lives
So many trivial things hidden between the lines
Little things that seem to hold no meaning
Those moments of joy so far and fleeting
Making everything even more meaningless
To those who have given up hope
And decided to heed another calling
Letting their papers go flying
In a hopeless blur of washed up dreams
Bleeding hearts and broken promises
Letting go of what's important
Not thinking of a future moment
Losing sight of their lives
Becoming a meaningless dot
On a blank sheet of paper
YOU ARE READING
My Life's Pleasures
ПоэзияMy collection of poetry that I write. Updated often. Topics are limitless. Take a look through:)
