Hello Office

These days when I think about time
My strange two years of entropy 
Few good people,beautiful places
And this space around
Mostly obtuse, and partly parallel
I gather very odd feeling to share.
May it be with my inert conscience
Accompanied with firm prejudices in here
When human take human for granted
A person is enslaved, and tamed
And forced to be a puppet,unknowingly
'See, that's hard work!'
'Ya, late night professional connections.'
'I know you only like to take credits'
Heard them close to my ears yesterday.
People, how naive we grow with age
What's the point in all that, seriously
The plight in being near top of the world
Worldly philosophies about attitude, and
Failing to understand our own roots.
The only truth,with evolution we overlook
This life which is so uncertain
With unlimited possibilities
And death,
That's too certain we can't deny of.
Be happy, you deserve that
Keep greed in doing good.
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