A Life of Meaning
ixmetalthrash
Posts: 3
By the sea, lived a man who was quite young,
who spent most of his days digging through sand.
Never did he look at the grit he slung;
He only punched and plowed into the land.
His goals were not for business or pleasure,
yet he kept on digging without control.
While on the search for secrets, and treasure,
all he had found was a very deep hole.
A lifetime's now passed, and he now sees truth;
it's possible something has true meaning.
Now an old man, who has wasted his youth,
he looks at his palms, blistered and bleeding.
Reaching the ground, clutching sand in his fist,
he found it's value to be nothingness.
who spent most of his days digging through sand.
Never did he look at the grit he slung;
He only punched and plowed into the land.
His goals were not for business or pleasure,
yet he kept on digging without control.
While on the search for secrets, and treasure,
all he had found was a very deep hole.
A lifetime's now passed, and he now sees truth;
it's possible something has true meaning.
Now an old man, who has wasted his youth,
he looks at his palms, blistered and bleeding.
Reaching the ground, clutching sand in his fist,
he found it's value to be nothingness.
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