What can a useless person do in a world that needs you to be useful?
I walk down the same old path I walk on regularly, being careful to run past the old man’s house who calls me Primo.
He thinks we’re cousins or something. I don’t like to chit chat too much with him because walking time is thinking time.
You know, sometimes people give me suggestions regarding what to do with my life. They are often good suggestions, I suppose, and I tend to take them seriously;
But then I realize it just ain’t ME, nothing is mE.
I’m pretty useless, remember?
Anyway, I walk pass this house that harbors a family of four, but this time I heard the echoes of their voices, and I couldn’t help but feel an emptiness emanating from that house.
Were they devoid of
S
O
U
L
S
?
Or just unhappy like most of us, pretending to be happy?
What do I know, it’s just a useless observation.