Out again, for another pointless jog, in the purposeless field.
And I, I am just another soulless being
-walking among others, whom also have no goal.
In an un-god-like territory
-the place where the ending of war,
only provokes another fight.
In the middle of this madness, I observe...
It's funny how such a meaningless life time,
can remain unchanged.
The miracles of our birth, doesn't yet out weigh the sorrows of our growth.
(Why not?)
These pointless, purposeless...meaningless lives of ours,
Held together by a world so beautiful and strong... Tolerant.
I wonder how long the earth will put up with it.
