Are people happy?
Are they content?
I see so many blank faces
Faces of disinterest
They are neither happy
Neither sad
Feelings are none
A blank canvas if you will
They dont feel anything
Nothing at all
Is life something that is lived
Nothing more than this?
Aspirations are not in the cards
The wheels keep turning
The direction unknown
Endings are endings
Begginings are beginnings
This is life
Mindlessness and transfixed
Life goes on
What is to be
Is to be
Regret is none
Future is approaching
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Are people happy?
Are they content?
I see so many blank faces
Faces of disinterest
They are neither happy
Neither sad
Feelings are none
A blank canvas if you will
They dont feel anything
Nothing at all
Is life something that is lived
Nothing more than this?
Aspirations are not in the cards
The wheels keep turning
The direction unknown
Endings are endings
Begginings are beginnings
This is life
Mindlessness and transfixed
Life goes on
What is to be
Is to be
Regret is none
Future is approaching
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