Cogs

YOU DEPRESS ME. YOU AND YOUR QUAINT LITTLE LIVES. NO ROOM FOR DREAMING, NO ROOM FOR ADVENTURE, YOU LOOK UPON ANYONE WITH THE ABILITY OR THE DARING TO DREAM AS A LOSER.

you are stuck in your little world of pleasures. Of posessions and money, of small daily victories that spur you on towards other small victories. There is no time or place in that mind, for you to dwell upon the stars, for you to dwell upon religion and Islam and the wonder of the universe.
There is no time, no place, you are truly cogs. Cogs in one giant machine.

It erks me to be with you. To have to put up with your narrow minded closeness for eight hours everyday. It depresses me that i am in there with you. Stuck in a place that you really don't mind being in. A place where you take the opportunity to make life a living hell as much as possible, to anyone else.

You are lost in a petty fight. And i, for the moment, have to put up with you.