It's the hunger of want that drives man,
A pursuit of nothing that makes me almost mad.
Is it not nothing?
This life we are living?
The things we keeping wanting?
The people we are endlessly loving?
Yet, we must keep wanting, living, loving....
How detestable!
I can almost hear the gods mocking,
Mocking the joke that is human life.
How expendable we are!
How important we pretend to be!
Still,
Wanting is all we can do.
Each day I wake up with a want.
Today I thought, I want a man, handsome, influential, confident, strong....HIM.
The same man I wanted yesterday, the same man I will want a year from now!
And when I have him I will want something else,
I will always want to my very last breath!
However,
I would rather I never wanted anything or anyone...
I want a good life, material things, a legacy......
How I hate myself for wanting!
And what a purpose I find in wanting!
But of what good is wanting?
Of what importance is living?
What is the end-game really?
Don't you sometimes feel like we are in something incomplete?
Like we were the process of a trial and error? A notion that went wrong?
A good idea that was not so good after all?
Does life not feel like a game where we are not the players?
Does it not all feel like nothingness?
We are simply at some higher power's will,
A higher power that made an error!
I wonder if we have not been left on our own;
We were a failure... Who wants anything to do with failure?
So perhaps we have imagined ourselves into being!
Perhaps we have imagined ourselves into wanting!
Life pangs I tell you!
The hunger that never ends.
Low-life humans,
The scum that always bends,
To nature's ruthless will!
Yet,
What is nature?
What really is life?
What is the beginning, where is the end?
Forget the primitive definitions man has attempted to create.
Forget the religion that holds us captive.
Think,
Why should we want?
Why should we live?
Why are we here?
For whose amusement are we here for?
What is the objective?
But our wanting somehow keeps us from answering these questions.
Each day we toil to achieve our wants.
But what do we get for our efforts?
Death and nothingness.
I always thought school was hard until I met life!
I now wonder, what grade am I working to achieve?
For nothingness is all we get.
We love, we want, we live,
And nothingness is all we get!
We look for happiness
Yet,
What does it mean to be happy if it never lasts?
What does it mean to live if we are mortal?
Life pangs and life gaps I tell you,
Such horrible reflections!
