Life's Objective Poem by Achim Wollscheid
Life's Objective
the world's as shrunken and hopeless a place
as a space in eternal punishment, like hell.
we move like shapeless blobs,
like ghosts twist languidly.
we sit ourselves in misery's seat...
yeh, to drink from empty bottles and eat from airs of smoke,
is it the life that I truly want?
maybe...life is a game that we play,
and the simple objective is to lose.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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