Returning to a State of Being Unborn

Sometimes I wish I could be no more, so I can feel no more…
Do more,
Be done no more,
Suffer no more pain, or strain,
Nothing to gain, or retain,
No more energy to clear,
Hurt to heal,
People’s unkindness to learn.
Sometimes I wish I could be no more…
So I can feel no more,
No one else’s thoughts no more, or issues.
Sometimes I think I am cursed…
In a land that is not mine,
Not my time,
In the dark times,
Alone times,
Oblivious times,
Irrelevant times,
Sarcastic times,
Unknowing times,
LOST times,
How do you survive these times?
An era of human stupidity,
Unconciousness to the max,
Olive trees standing oblivious as to the value of their trunk,
Now knowing from its body olives can be eaten,
Its wood can be burnt,
Or made into a most amazing mirror,
Even olive oil…it can even produce olive oil!
Yet it stands there like the world baring nothing,
No olives,
It just stands there,
Not believing,
Wondering why it exists,
Busy trying to be just a tree,
F..k that shit it is all unreal,
No deal,
But a wheel,
That turns and burns,
Unlearns,
Returns,
What if it all is to be unlearned?
So we can return…
Unborn.