My Mind Was Wandering At Work Again Today

I just couldn't help it.

It didn't wander off in a usual direction this time though... It wandered and rhymed. What? You didn't know I could do poetry? Okay, some may call it garbage, but I don't care. I have these moments from time to time.

Read on, dear friends...

People often wonder what's right and what is wrong
We wonder what our purpose is and where we all belong.

We wake and rise each morning, and ready for the day
some may go to school or work, and others might just play.

Some people have a purpose, and others have no clue
of why it is that they're put here, and what they are to do.

Many people need to think that "someone" put them here
while others are content to have no god to praise or fear.

To some my way of thinking is called "outside the box"
but I don't care that they may think my head is full of rocks.

For I believe that this is hell, and not what's after death.
All the things that happen now, before our final breath.

Pain and sorrow are no fun, on that we all agree,
they can be our private hell, and feel like an eternity.

Me? I don't need a greater reason to live upon this earth
than to eat and drink, and maybe sex, and share a little mirth.

Who knows how long that we may last or how long we'll be here
so eat and laugh and love... And drink another beer.

Sometimes my thoughts can be quite strange and border on bizarre,
But that's what makes me who I am, instead of who YOU are.

Ricky