Barking dogs and crowded sidewalks,

Cars in a furious rush,

Humanity and their pets smushed together.

No wonder anxiety is high and hope is low,

We spend half our time,

in battle with each other.

For what?

To live meaningless lives of comfort,

surrounded by fascinating objects,

designed to distract us from living,

from daring to be the last link of Creation.

Why do we compromise a life of dreams lived,

for safety and objects?

My life’s goal is to sacrifice all that is necessary,

so when I die,

they say I lived.