Sometimes I wonder why human are so engrossed in petty things that they miss out on bigger things of life...
From birth I am selfish
I want attention
I need care
I seek love
I demand my comfort.
As I grow I start walking
I get hurt
I bleed
I learn new things
Yet, I demand my comfort.
Time passes and I bloom in youthfulness
I am energetic
I brag about the new era
I am confused
And still, I demand my comfort.
Mid life hits hard and self doubt starts
I feel lonely
I feel unsuccessful
I feel the need to achieve even more
More than ever, I demand my comfort.
End comes near
I sit and remember
I brag about my half faded past
I need support
And I demand all the comfort in the world.
The human life cycle ends
Thinking for himself
During his life
He destroys the world around
To make himself comfortable??
