A Mario PhilosophyA Poem by Not here
what's the point of living if we're just wasting away?
make a lot of money then blow it all in a day. what's the point of living if we're dying to our death? make a lot of money and finance your final breath. Could we all be losers settling the final score? Make a lot of money. Waste it tryin' to make some more. Why is everybody racing towards our darkened cliff? We all like to dream, but nobody questions 'what if?' make yourself a dreamer. We're all losing just the same. give yourself a six and me a dice and that's the game. you don't have to be any more perfect than you are. most of the time, stars all form a little, dirty, speckled, shining star. If I was a dreamer, I'd pretend life was a dream. Shut out all the noises, all the cockroaches, the scream. You can say whatever you would like but it's not true. Show me what your actions really are through what you do. Show me what your message really is through all the things you think are true.
© 2016 Not hereAuthor's Note
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