What's The Point?

A poem about the adult life

I wake up every morning
And I have the same thought
Should I get up out of bed
Or maybe I should not
There's not much to look forward to
Except a mediocre job
I have to make them dollar bills
But it ain't worth the cost

The price of working isn't just
The time I throw away
It means no time with my family
No love to make me stay
It costs me more than sanity
The stress that kills my day
Working is a cancer that
Cements my morbid fate

"What's the point of living
If you cannot feel alive?"
I heard that in a movie once
And it blew apart my mind
Cause the every day monotony
Is poisoning the sky
There's no light to look up to
Just the dark grave when I die

Author's Note

That quote was from The World Is Not Enough, one of my favorite James Bond films. I have always liked that quote since I was a little kid