Sunsets and Martinis

I wake up to sunsets, and martinis

Are there dreams as sweet as these

Feel the weight of the world sitting beside me

Always nagging me, who are you, make more money

Deep breath, each day gets better

I know that's just a lie I tell myself

Each day, how do I even get out of bed

When I know how I replaceable I am in my head 

I'm a tadpole in a decorative pond

It means nothing but it sure is beautiful

And I'm even less important than the big fish

But what's the point, we're all just someone's side dish

Drag myself from the balcony to the couch

Sunglasses still on looking like a slouch

Drink in hand, I think I see myself in this glass

Is it half full, half empty, look at my conscious a*s

I can't even look myself in the eyes

My whole world is built on lies

But I still want to think about it all

My life's already written and painted on the wall

Predestined destiny

Make money, then you die

Try to make enough to buy more time

But no goals are ever reached, or realized

I'm tired of living this life I lead

I don't know if I'm antisocial, or a different breed

Everyone like clockwork does a nine to five

Serving a broken system just like bees in a beehive

Where do I fit in if I do

I feel so lonely, sure wish I knew

Feeling just like that puzzle nobody could figure out

Like that song nobody knows what's it about

But they're always sort of hoping to be understood

In the background of your mind

You'll forget us before next Tuesday

So don't think too hard, it's not like it matters to you anyway

 

Reviews

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

It was good and meaningful. It was able to keep my attention and portray a great image in my mind. Though as you say all life is meaningless your writing says different. You speak of how life has no meaning and no matter what happens it will remain that way, so we should all stop trying. Yet, you mention how you keep looking for a place to fit in it. The meaning of life is not determined by those who surround you or what they do. The meaning you are looking for will never be placed in front of you for it was never supposed to be. It's like a short answer question on a test except there is no wrong answer. What you love to do and who you are when no body else is around.That is what determines your meaning of life. All you have to do is be willing to find it and hold on to it. I look forward to reading more of your writing.

[49k_jdys]

"...it means nothing but it sure is beautiful.." Love that line! Great poem!