Without meaning
It’s all really just a bunch of chaos
Are we all science projects designed to hurt each other?
Little ecosystems with layers of hurt
Revenge, rage and dirt
Our history repeats itself
and we deserve our demise
We fight for the right to ******
our mistakes for a reality that is easier
The creature comforts make us beasts
that squabble and squander
I have been given a heart
A mind
A conscious
I have feelings, dreams
We are all beings with beginnings
Hardships grow like roots from a seed
And flowers can bloom along with the weeds
But I cannot control the hearts of others
Is life easier without meaning?
I refuse to believe it’s all just the toss of a coin