Making a Living

Like lemmings led from a cliff, so we go to drown in the despair that is called, ironically, making a living.  All the faces are solemn and forlorn, all personality hidden from view.  It is best not to think for fear that we might realize how pathetic and insignificant our lives really are.  Then once home we escape into the TV fantasy land and let the joy of people pretending to be happy wash over us and keep us from looking at our minuscule selves.  When we sleep, we sleep the dreams of the great.  Dreams of value and importance, we see ourselves as we would prefer to be.  Upon waking, we are again restrained by not just the laws of physics, but the oppression of conformity.

Reviews

[Budd Black]

I am still smiling.

[luciddreamer]

How many times in the past did I have to fake my smile for not only my boss but also for my children, becomming a carbon copy of normalcy.....no thanks I like being colorful :)
Peace
Robin