Life is Trivial

Mixed feelings of a strange day when you realize that you're running in circles and can't find a way out. Learning something new, unlearning something old, it all comes back to the same.

Life is a pile of breadcrumbs on the floor;

Somebody's leftovers, yet someone will want more.

You can buy something fresh right off the shelf from a store.

And yet it all degrades until there's nothing to adore.

From the humble roots of history comes vanity and fair,

A public display of our trivially wealthy share.

There might be some envy and a little bit of scorn.

But in the end of the day no one's really sure.

Sometimes I wonder if I could step aside and write

Down these disturbed thoughts that have become a blight.

I hate this pretentious galore, but I'm too weak to fight;

To soothe my nerves I must turn away and hide.

I know I won't be missed, and I know I'm probably wrong,

But lies and deceit can't break the stagnant song.

My body is aching, and I'm not quite sure how to brawl,

So I switch off the lights and prepare for a fall.

No friends surrounding, no peace inside;

Not that you would care, but I thought I'd confide

Because one day someone will see this and ask:

"Why he didn't speak out before it all turned aghast?"

The answer to this question is simple and fast:

No one gives a s**t before it's all in the past.

I have nothing else to tell you, nothing else to pass.

It's time for you to go now and let me dream at last.