Products of Life

Why, if having a heart and heaving with its flow On high tides, riding its waves with a majestic pretence And accepting its falls with humble palms Makes of me a fool, one stupid enough as to be used, Pray, know that my feelings, in the very end, are that Which allow me to live, as humanly as anyone on Earth would! My pains are similar to those felt by the rest of the world Same goes for my joys, And that makes of life a prison, senseless and meaningless, Revolving on itself without purpose, taking us There where the road ends, propelling us not on the way forward, Rather, pushing us back to those same bold waves we have been Riding on! Is this the essence of life then? whispered my tears to the wind, We fight battles that are not worth fighting for, We stress ourselves out only to emerge as losers Why, we live, only to die, as if we were raw materials, needed To create products, which once used, and abused of, Can be recycled, mercilessly! If this is life's meaning, then, pray, glorious be Inexistence's peace! 27 Feb 2019