I don't want to play anymore.
I need help.
I'm lost.
Is this all there is?
What would happen if I died right now?
So many years passed.
So much done.
So little accomplished.
Where have I really gotten?
Is it where I want to be?
How would I know if I got there?
Is happiness really something to be achieved?
Can it be won or bought?
Sold or bartered?
Can it be earned through years of misery?
Is it the end, or simply the means?
A means to what?
Is this all a futile struggle to feel a sense of pride
happiness
achievement
before we are buried in our graves?
What does it mean after we are gone?
Does our happiness leave an impact on the world?
Will it mean something to us when this life is over?
What does it mean to be truly happy?
Is it a hallmark card of tasteless poetry?
Can smelling the roses really make life smell sweet?
Or are we simply searching for the satisfaction of finding
something other than dirt at the bottom of the grave
that we dig for ourselves?
 Midnight_stargazer · Tue Dec 06, 2011 @ 05:59am · 0 Comments |
