Does It Mean Anything?
Does it mean anything?
This short and restless life.
We walk through life trying to make our mark,
Trying to make ourselves known.
Our world is tiny, an insignificant speck
Of life in an empty, endless universe.
We are never known, however long we live
We are nameless, faceless shapes.
What importance are we?
What good can we do in this pointless life?
All we do is destroy.
We destroy each other, we destroy our world -
It is all we know how to do.
Destructive beings with good intentions
Which always amount to nothing.
What is the point? Can mankind change?
Or must we continue our destructive, pointless ways
Until the end of time?
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006
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