Subway thoughts

Blue Poet

What does it mean to say that something is real
You can know the facts but the truth you have to feel
And can you hear the wheel of destiny turning making everything fall in it's place
Or is existence just a bleeding wound of coincidence traping us in it's haze 
Inside that intricate maze
Where we chase answers and meaning 
And when we can't find any 
And all the questions become too heavy 
We settle for pleasure and money 
And the more we have the more we crave 
But no matter how high or rich 
We all gonna end up in a grave or a ditch 
Not a pleasant thing to say but necessary to realize 
That everything dies 
And only pain can make you wise 
And anyone who claims any different lies 
Or is trying to sell you something 
The next great thing 
That's gonna bring peace of the mind 
And make everyting just fine
 Save you time 
And cure your spine
All just for $9.99

  • Author: //Blue Poet// (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2023 05:27
  • Category: Reflection
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  • 2781

    It's like giving colourful beads to natives, except we pay for their rubbish.



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