It is a fickle thing.
What for and why?
This thing which keeps us alive.
Without it what would we be?
Yet with it comes failure.
And more most despair.
Are we weak for bowing to despair?
Sometimes it is what we do.
Hope is what we cling to against our daily weary and tired jobs, our boring lives or whatever we rebel against. Is it not? Hope for a better day? More money? What do we truly need or truly want? Should we think about it and find a dream? What? Why? When in the end it doesn't even matter. I'm being depressing and rambling. It does me no good to think. Maybe of more happy thoughts and more productive ones will do me good.
But hey... Look! Monkeys on Rainbows!
What for and why?
This thing which keeps us alive.
Without it what would we be?
Yet with it comes failure.
And more most despair.
Are we weak for bowing to despair?
Sometimes it is what we do.
Hope is what we cling to against our daily weary and tired jobs, our boring lives or whatever we rebel against. Is it not? Hope for a better day? More money? What do we truly need or truly want? Should we think about it and find a dream? What? Why? When in the end it doesn't even matter. I'm being depressing and rambling. It does me no good to think. Maybe of more happy thoughts and more productive ones will do me good.
But hey... Look! Monkeys on Rainbows!
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