The sounds of screaming heard down the hall, that sounds like life to me. An endless requiem of chaos unruly people pushing against the grain, while those like me simply try to hide out in the knot of the tree. Yeah, that sounds like life to me.
While life was meant to be a learning experience it shouldn’t have to have quite so many lessons to teach, if you asked me. I think I’ve had my share of lessons, what about you, and your life?
Any problems with finances? social stigmas? exotic ideals that get you pushed into run down philosophies of better days? Well yeah, that sounds like life to me alright. They say it gets better with age, but they say that about wine too, and I’m not entirely sure I believe that one either. As a matter of fact that is a matter of opinion. Not everyone likes wine, not everyone likes life, and the world is not such a sweet place.
Much like the bitter taste of wine on your lips, the world has it’s sting upon you, and your sweat upon your brow, as you work tirelessly just to make a living, only to have some one say you do nothing, or don’t care. Yes, that sounds like life.
While life can be a pain at times, it can also be fun and pleasurable yes I suppose that sounds like life to me as well. I just wish there where more times like those, and less times that resemble that of a slow hell. Perhaps you my audience can relate and capulate upon the existential being that is us, perhaps this writing isn’t all in vain, and perhaps the existence of a higher power is real, but that doesn’t sound much like life at all.
A slow hell in agony, and pain, as the chaos sweeps away the grit and you toil away endlessly for a slave driver, while the lazy grow rich and purport to insurmountable greed. Through petulance they vain to partake of your efforts and leave no fruit for you. Yes that sounds like life to me.
The sounds of life, agonzing yet sweet, and bitter to the end. While I may be looking at this glass half empty. I can’t help but feel as though life is not as it should be. The torment we are forced to endure as the working class citizen, the very fact that there is a name for us purports to detail the existence of a barrier preventing us from climbing. Yet my will not waning, I continue to struggle along with the rest of you. Yes, that sounds like life.
While this is a mix of feelings, and emotions, not unlike a poem, it stands to reason you all feel this way at some point in your lives, and this details our very existence in this world. From time to time diswaying our thoughts of progress, is the only way the ones who hold charge have to prevent our uprisal.