I was raised to be and to believe in more.
But I look back on my life and I wish for more.
It's abysmal that I cant find love
But hate unconditional.
The epitome of resistance. My persistence is futile.
Everything is happening because of my past as a juvenile.
Never settled down. Always upset.
A storm. A hurricane. A blizzard. A tempest.
My eyes start to boil. My contacts start to melt.
No matter how I toil. Disappointment bled and felt.
No answer to the question. Just constant deflection.
Climbing a mountain of irony. Wrinkles that need ironing.
Pointless bliss amidst this struggle to exist
I insist there has to be more to this existence.
But nobody wants to hear this. Common Sense Fascists.
Progress moves like molasses through a brown paper hourglass.
Take ten steps on a bridge to nowhere
Father Time leaves all his children behind
With a grin and a smile. Jackass.
The Lost gods of our day lost in our own way.
Looking for a throne or just a soapbox to stand on.
Anything to breathe life and meaning into the mundane.
Anything to remove the color of life
So the truth stands tall and plain.
Because we're tired of the bullshit.
And I simply want to know
Why do we exist?
Quorizzzzzzzma
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