Why Live A Humdrum Life

A life of home,

Work,

Home,

Work,

Home,

Work . . .

 

A life of eat,

Drink,

Eat,

Drink,

Eat,

Drink . . .

 

A life of pain,

Scamper for a dose of happiness,

Then pain.

A life of pain,

Scamper for a dose of happiness,

Then pain . . .

 

A life of breaking,

And fixing.

Breaking,

And fixing . . .

 

A life of hope,

And disappointment.

Hope,

And disappointment . . .

 

A life of fires,

And putting it out.

A life of fires,

And putting it out . . .

 

A life of boredom,

Get a dose of pleasure.

Boredom,

Get a dose of pleasure . . .

 

Each day of his life,

Regardless of his station, his wealth, or success,

This is what awaits him.

 

This is all there is

For him.

 

This is his entire life

In a nutshell.

 

Why would any man

Live such a life.

 

Why would any man

Settle for the life of a domesticated cat.

 

No magic.

 

No wonder.

 

No oblivion.

 

No otherworldliness . . .

 

Why shall he torture himself thus.

 

He will naturally ask,

Where do I find the magic,

The wonder,

The oblivion,

The otherworldliness.

 

No sooner is he given the answers

Than his excuses begin to roll.

 

Blah blah blah,

Blee, blee, blee . . .

 

Why does he live

The life of a dog.

 

Why does he live

A humdrum life.

 

 

Namaste.