What's It For? - Poem by Justin Gilliland
Hundreds of people stand waiting,
Do we know what they are waiting for?
The whole world seems to be waiting for something,
But what? What good is anything?
We go through life and maybe have some fun.
We get jobs and then we die,
but at the end of it all,
What does it really matter?
What does it amount to at the end?
What purpose does any of it serve?
A wise men once said,
'Everyone has three unalienable rights, '
Those rights were;
Pursuit of happiness
But what if happiness means just sitting under a tree?
What if you don't want to work?
What if you are'nt happy in your life?
What can we really do?
What if you just want to sit on the beach,
and admire the sunset everyday?
Shouldn't you be allowed to?
What if you want to sit on a corner,
and play music?
Shouldn't you be allowed to.
The whole world,
is controlled by forces that you can't see or feel.
How do we abolish those forces?
Everyone should be allowed,
to do what they want.
And not have someone standing over thier shoulder.
Telling them what to do.
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