Riding on my bicycle through the city.
Work is done, thoughts going through my head.
Sun shining down on me, a sudden feeling of extreme weakness.
Everyday problems approach me in an overwhelming way.
I walk into the house with work being an excuse.
Sitting at the table it begins, I start thinking.
The man who always seemed to be speaking the thruth
seems like a liar now. For the first time I notice the look on his face.
The look like he's eating shit instead of his favourite meal.
I see the golden child and realise it's slowly going the wrong way.
Also feeling pity for the ones who still believe in the promised future.
The whole affair I sit there silently, amazed by what I see.
Amazed by this everyday experience, even unable to complain about work.
The dog walking around the table, such an amazing sight.
As I walk towards the refrigerator I am still amazed by it all.
I grab some milk and I suddenly wonder:
What would the world population be like if sex didn't give pleasure?

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