Sometimes I don't know
I don't know about any of it
frustration and confusion
the only constants
in this ongoing morass
of obligations and chores
and baseline necessities
never-ending, in perpetuity
working and eating and bathing
and defecating and buying things to consume
and this TV show is GOOD
and this politician is BAD
and my PHONE
and it all just feels so meaningless
so devoid of color, shade, and dimension
it is all sameness, all behavior control
and I despair.
But maybe I'm just hungry.
Yeah, that was it.
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