A life without goals

Why does my body
Feel akward?

That's just the way I feel

And why does the earth
Bore me?

It just does

And it's all a joke

Why should I care
About the accumulation
Of money

It's a short life anyway

And no
I won't
Work full time

The song
"He's got too much
Time on his hands"

Means they don't
Want you to drift
To do as you please

One should be
Productive
And accomplishing tasks

Like an automated automaton
I heard people say
Alot of different things

Most of what I heard
Sounded like
"Blah blah blah blah
Blah Blah blah
Blah blah blah
Blah Blah Blah"

My limbs weak,
My muscles soft
But my grip is strong

The world
Looks upon the man
Of Tao with disdain

And I saw
The elderly man
Staring at his lawn

That's all life mostly is
Just looking
And walking

Poor miserable
Dull man

I'm moving slow
Like a sloth
That's my plan