A poem about redundancy.

Seems there are still some people who cannot understand that they are neither needed or wanted in my life.

There is no greater peace than when things are right.

I played a wonderful MMORPG named as Wonderland (IGG)…

Original song composition lyrics – italicized lines are sung by a second voice. It’s somehow like two voices conversing.

I am an accountant in my 40s who was made redundant, laid-off, at the start of this year.

When you have had an active working life and then you are made redundant, it is very difficult to cope with the boredom and the loneliness. You are at Home alone and you feel very depressed. You feel useless and lost.

Repetition should not be stated over and over again because it’ll get so annoying due to such redundancy, as you can see here.