Excuse me sir, did you see my personality come through here?

Most distractions are committed by adoration

If there were only less people

Then one could stand out

In a world of seven billion

There are no individuals

The genetic code has run its course

Every conceivable combination has been unlocked

What’s next?

These short bursts of thought that mean nothing

I’m not curing cancer here

Just drinking and whining

Yet I deserve the best

But if it came to thinning the herd

I would gladly give my throat

This misanthropic lifestyle that hasn’t killed me yet

Will be the death of me soon

No matter if THEY take over or not

I will be lost to my own long before

I sit daily and moan with pain and apathy

Others spring with joy

Like toys mass produced in long lines and twelve hour work days

with fifty percent divorce rates

Prescription DRUGS and four hour plane delays

That’s theirs to decide

We have to finish as strong as we started

From this view point it doesn’t look so good

Blind with Both Eyes Open

I sit here and imagine a greater place

I wallow in the torrent of what I have done

Future dreams of those that came before me

Prey on these lines

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Wallow alone in what I consider deep

But it’s only me

These things come to mind when I’m not around this board

They leave as soon as it comes into sight

 

I have no future

I’ll slave till I’m sixty-five

Never thought of it

Just trying to get by

But what if what you do never pays

I guess we will be living under the line

There I will lay down and die

No strength in me

Not like the other guys

I’m sure I’ll just wither away

And never be remembered

But here I sit

With stomach ulcers and guilty behavior

Nothing will ever change

I am doomed to the same ending as those that came before me

 

Our attention span has dwindled

We have no time

Three of four minutes is all we have

Just give it to me now and let me check it out later

We are all the same

No originality

Only privilege no rights