The Screaming Sheep

The point of life is not to “win”

Like some obscure lottery

You entered when you were unhappy

 

The point of life is not to be “happy”

Like some maniac that is always happy

And is happy when they’re sad

Like a paradox

 

The point of life is not to be a “paradox”

Where you can’t decide on anything

And flip coins

On every decision

And then do it

 

The point of life is not to “do it”

Because what is “it”?

And nobody will tell you anyway

And if you ask somebody they will get angry with you

For being vague and poetic

 

The point of life is not to be “poetic”

 

You just get accustomed to sensory information

And you make a plan

That doesn’t work,

And you try something

And you try something else

And you accidentally find yourself

Caught in something

You can’t control

And you squirm

And you tell yourself “never again”

And you do it again

And you learn to love it

And you learn to be in it