Monday, October 30, 2017

Crop Circles


Little by little
Days to years
Decades run past in  maze
While you earn a living you loose a life

Little more money
Little less time
Lot more meets
Seldom heart gets to cry

Closed up in a pod
Of life or of a trap
Rat race proves life value is of a rat's

Life has a worthless meaning , or means a worth
In the end ,who gets what is deserved ?

Random ,pointless circles
Messed up ways of all jumbled up 
Might get an lightening of signs
Blink and you will miss , the complete point of  life.

Looks like a mad house
Everyone in corners
Mumbling gibberish of their own
A Trance state in themselves

its scary to live in such a world.


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