What's the Point

Wake up and
go to bed.
Brush your teeth and
get dressed.
Do your chores and
pay the bills.
Find lasting friendship.
Try.
Life.
Why were we made?
Why did God create something
that would only break his heart?
Why would he make something so
insignificant
to love?
From day to day
we have no control
on how we are treated and
how life flows.
What's the point?
There is no point.
Life is a game and
a cruel joke.
God made us to live and
follow him.
What does living mean?
Does living mean to stay alive
in our screwed up economy?
I look outside.
I try to see the beauty,
but the beauty is soaked in greed.
Work to stay alive.
Work to have money.
Work to have power.
You live in America.
You are free.
Free?
You mean free to be
controlled by
the people with power
who create stress
on top of bills
piling up
putting weight on your chest.
Be free to be
thrown into never ending debt
and work until you're dead.
Be free to be abused for another's
amusement
while you live by the golden rule
to do onto others
as you would have done to you.
Being kind has gotten me no where
but stepped on and
thrown aside to rot.
What's the point of life
if all it is is a
downward spiral
if chaos?