What's The Point? Poem by Sandra van Coppenhagen
What's The Point?
I wonder sometimes, what is the point to all of this?
Why do we continue to walk through life like sheep?
- Following the one in front.
We don't seem to be living.
We just seem to be going.
- Nowhere
Life is always such a chase
We never stop to take a look at the scenery
The world is a playground,
And only a few know it.
Only some enjoy it.
- The free
But the rest walk through life – blind
Not really seeing what is around them
Never enjoying the simple pleasures
It's a race to the death
Nothing more
Time flies by so fast,
You miss half the things that happen
So really
What is the point to all of this?
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5/3/2024 8:48:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ha.... I can relate to how you feel. I used to feel that way... a monotonous tedious chore to live the same thing day after day. I can only tell you that perhaps you can shake things up a bit and do something different. Get involved in new groups and surround yourself with new people, or if you can, make bigger changes like move to a different province or country. I did, and I never looked back. I love where i am now! If you need someone to talk to or have a discussion, i'm here...