How is it that ‘people’ achieve so much yet accomplish absolutely nothing? Life is but a dream and the dreamers are in a coma. Bed ridden on life support, disheveled to the bone. Haphazardly living on time that is borrowed from a trustee who can end it all at any given moment. Reluctant to ‘come to’ in fear that reality will never be as fulfilling as the illusion that expends even the faintest tenor.
The Earth is but a stomping ground and humanity is but a paling light. Advancing down the broadened path, pounding the wartime drum. Hastening to placate a lust that will end before it fades.
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