Pipe Dream Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Do we really like our existence
that forces us to chase after pieces of paper
just so that we can continue to breathe
Is it really necessary
Does life really have more meaning
when we take up a job and spend most
of our lives thinking about it
Couldn't life be more bountiful
if we just worried about our survival
living in villages that were agricultural
so that there would be less things
for people to be jealous of
and less things for people
to go to war over
Though I know this is another pipe dream
in an unbuilt sewage system
I can still dream about it
being filtered out
hence bringing this world back
to respecting and appreciating itself