No direction

Written by: Murray Mahauariki

I look at my world, and everyone within, wondering why they don't change, are they truly that blind, content with misery, not knowing why, no genuine concern, with the wrongs or rights. How can they live this way, to me it's just existing, no direction, aimlessly living, yet content with there interpretations, on how life should be lived, with in the realms of there understanding, I just shake my head. It madness to live a life, where repetition leads the way, expecting things to change, when what they do is the same, there is no reason, just rats in a race, only problem here is, the finish line is misplaced.
M.Mahauariki © 2012