Why does it feel that nothing matters

Why do I want to shred this world to tatters

Why does everyone else look like desperate ratters

What to do about it, the thought just scatters

Universe the size of infinity

Planet the size of a dot

Our lives a small finity

How could I care about it a lot

I just want rest and peace

But money has all the keys

All my happiness is on a lease

Those with fortune, please don't tease

Go about your work, go about your jobs

The universe doesn't care about your corn cobs

Nor will it remember Calvin and Hobbes

Why all this work, why this difficult play-world

So does the mind say in soundless sobs