I’m alive!
The proof is in the pudding
Scratch that, built from scratch apple pie
A vessel of goo, glutton and regrets
Wisdom of an entire existence
Even faeces house species
Looking for meaning in all the wrong places
Finding purpose in misplaced hatred
Every breath has a goal
An examined life not worth living
Yet every being born will lead to mourn
I feel like death
Cannot escape it by being escapist
It is on my mind, a Shakespearian skull
A lifeless body looks lively in a casket
And what’s my worth if I can’t look past it?
Treat it like a disease and cheer up
Existential dread but still glug the beer up!
On a moving globe, spinning on its axis
Yet home is where the hate has lasted
My body is a cage, yet my mind wanders
The primitive part still in awe of moving skies
A singular human is a statistic
No more important than an expensive stone
An uncaring cosmos is seen as sadistic
And looking to find your self is egocentric
Overly chauvinistic, protective of old tales
False prophets preach of the dream
The carrot-stick beyond the realm of the flesh
Tear the earth and wear it like an open wound
Go green, gangrene, all of this will end soon
Is life worth keeping? Or is it just idle housekeeping?
Out of reach meaning, but please keep on reaching
