I have no gripe with life
itself. It’s living that I
find frustrating. Food
must be consumed
to live. One needs money
in order to either buy
food or means to grow it.
But you need a job
to earn the cash so you
can buy food or seeds.
Living is very exhausting.
Why can’t I sleep through life?

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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