Seconds unfold into minutes
Which sweep into hours
Hours blossom into days
Those same days roll into weeks,
Months, years, everything
Like sand, shifting into darkness.
Is this it?
Is this everything?
I chase after dollars
Flying in the wind,
Raising forks full of rice
To my mouth
As the breeze picks it up
And carries it away.
I travel the same roads,
Day in, day out.
People on the train
In every city
All wear the same expressions
Upon their faces.
At some point
We all wear the same crown
That graced the head
Of Sisyphus.
The only way
To shake off that crown
Is to break everything
You know
With laughter.
D.H. Lee
(via Swanksalot)