( *There's a hole beneath
T h i s e a r t h* )
I am s c a r e d,
Of how we're under
This s k y,
It seems like the c l o u d s,
Has been hiding some chaos
A b o v e . .
What is the
P U R P O S E
of our lives?
Why do we need to
S E A R C H
and eventually D I E ?
It's hard to think
That R E A S O N S,
satisfy reasons.
We live searching. .
Some has settled in worship
But some just gained
F A M I L I A R I T Y.
A false satisfaction,
To A P P E A SE
the limit of our minds,
To C o m p e n s a t e
For every lost breath
As we strive.
Achieving something,
Enjoying it for awhile,
Doing something,
Coz you're bored with life.
When you are happy
W R I T I N G
A piece of L I T
Would that be it?
Does E X P R E S S I N G
change something?
It is something so cruel,
To find yourself lost,
Asking what your time
Is really made of.
There's a hole beneath this earth
That's why I'm digging
And digging
Only to find my grave,
r o t t i n g
e m p t y
I n v i t i n g
.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
( *There's a hole beneath
T h i s e a r t h* )
I am s c a r e d,
Of how we're under
This s k y,
It seems like the c l o u d s,
Has been hiding some chaos
A b o v e . .
What is the
P U R P O S E
of our lives?
Why do we need to
S E A R C H
and eventually D I E ?
It's hard to think
That R E A S O N S,
satisfy reasons.
We live searching. .
Some has settled in worship
But some just gained
F A M I L I A R I T Y.
A false satisfaction,
To A P P E A SE
the limit of our minds,
To C o m p e n s a t e
For every lost breath
As we strive.
Achieving something,
Enjoying it for awhile,
Doing something,
Coz you're bored with life.
When you are happy
W R I T I N G
A piece of L I T
Would that be it?
Does E X P R E S S I N G
change something?
It is something so cruel,
To find yourself lost,
Asking what your time
Is really made of.
There's a hole beneath this earth
That's why I'm digging
And digging
Only to find my grave,
r o t t i n g
e m p t y
I n v i t i n g
.
I am not in a bit suicidal, rather I seek purpose.
I hope we all get to know it before our time is up.
Appreciate the world, its' mysteries
Let's paint it with our own meaning.
Easy being said. . .hehe
3/4 of this is a latepost from 2016, the other 1/4 I just wrote to finish it.
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