are we all just waiting to die?
sitting around, watching our lives go by
like a black and white movie
or something we cant quite comprehend
what are we and what are we to do
with the time weve been bestowed.
and what is time anyway?
as if it could be saved
wrapped up in a bottle
and spent on a rainy day,
supposedly we'll all die evntually
but most of us just refuse
to accept that everything is inevitably meaningless.
im sick of arguing over petty things
and questioning the status quo
and blending in with everyone else.
black is not good enough for me, but neither is white.
ive never liked peace, but im not one to start a fight.
will you just let me sit back and shoot up tonight?
is that what we've been relegated to?
should we waste our lives on designer d r u g s
and ignore all those angry thugs
that try and try to beat our brains
and remind us that it will always rain
if there is to be a parade
and that the sun's brightest rays will go right through the shade.
why should we love?
and why should we h a t e ?
is there really any reason that we are entitle to feel at all?
who am i?
and what is this mess that we've procured?
maybe camus was on the right track.
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