What’s the point?
Middle-class hedonism
Always US versus THEM
Plucked clean, trying to fly
Watered down, Sucked dry
No one stopping, screaming, WHY!
Yet we run to reach itand to our children preach it
“Money ~ power ~ hunger ~ lust”
“If it feels good, do it”
Is this our purpose?
Maybe…Space ~ The final frontier…
Maybe learning how to live here
maybe not
Maybe our ulitimate purpose is merely a balanced co-existence with our dear mother earth
Maybe it’s to rape her(and any other ‘celestial bodies’ we can get to)
Maybe we’re all just a unique sort of fertilizer helping to spread life to the more difficult to reach portions of this planet
Like bees spreading pollenMaybe the earth has an itch and we just haven’t scratched the right spot yet
Humanity the back-scratcher…there’s a thought
Maybe this planet, plucked from zillions was chosen by an omnipotent being to house his progeny and it (this planet) is unique in this vast ‘reality’
{yeah, right}
Who knows?
Ask yourself,
‘What’s the point?’