Enjoyment

John Prophet

Here,
we are all
here.
Don’t know
how.
Don’t know
why.
Fact remains,
we are all
here.
Men,
women
everybody.
Look around.
What to do?
What to do
with this
brief flash?
This brief
flash
of existence.
Power,
control,
at each other’s
throats.
Power,
control, all
just puffs
of dust.
Instantly,
just puffs
of dust.
What’s the
point?
Spending this
briefest
flash of
existence
at each other’s
throats.
Seems absurd.
Spend the
time in
enjoyment
peaceful enjoyment.
A brief flash
of enjoyment.
Seems to make
sense to me.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2020 16:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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