There are so many questions in this world no one can answer .Life is full of wonders but also darkness. What is behold upon this. . But here goes a few poems listing these depressing questions. If you guys are able to answer them ,put it in our comments.
You know what? No one wants to admit it, but we're all running out of room. People are blind. We're too many. Every year, more of us pile onto this rotting planet. Bodies, faces, minds pushing, shoving, breathing, eating, consuming. But what are we really? Resources. And guess what? Resources expire. We can't just keep packing in more and more. People are already useless. We've been useless for a long time, and yet we're allowed to walk around, pretending we matter. Pretending we aren't just feeding into this endless cycle of death.
