Reflections in the window show only an opaque of life as the colours distort and the blue of the sun tints the world melancholy.
All these ants run around,
Chasing their broken dreams and patio dining sets,
While time ponders the meaning of it all...
Spoil yourself.
Buy your MP3 player that holds 27,000 songs, your palm top computer that can even connect via satellite in the Congo, your £1500 sofa set with matching throws and curtains.
It'll distract you for a moment,
But one day you'll remember that you're nothing special.
And then you'll realise you wasted 90% of your life collecting useless shite you don't need.
And worked 90% of your life to buy it.
And only then will you open yourself to the true beauty of disorder,
A crammed apartment of other people's dreams will be your eulogy.
By Ben Jones
All these ants run around,
Chasing their broken dreams and patio dining sets,
While time ponders the meaning of it all...
Spoil yourself.
Buy your MP3 player that holds 27,000 songs, your palm top computer that can even connect via satellite in the Congo, your £1500 sofa set with matching throws and curtains.
It'll distract you for a moment,
But one day you'll remember that you're nothing special.
And then you'll realise you wasted 90% of your life collecting useless shite you don't need.
And worked 90% of your life to buy it.
And only then will you open yourself to the true beauty of disorder,
A crammed apartment of other people's dreams will be your eulogy.
By Ben Jones
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