Follow by Email

is this life?

As i breathe the stagnant air that the air conditioner pumps into my face
I look out the window at the buildings and the sunshine.
I think to myself, "I am not connected to this planet in any way at the moment"
The seconds tick like bombs going off in my head

Did I do something wrong? Why cant I see outside of this.
My bubble is closed and I can't reach out
I cant sing, I can't see
Who am I and why am I here?

I look at the other zombies around me
all miserable in their own way
Sucking down caffeine and nicotine
to make it through the day.

Who am I and why am I here?
This is no life, but rather just an existence
I am a zombie and go through the motions
I can't vacation, and the routine is the same day in and day out

I stare at my screen wondering who will call and complain next
If they realize how insignificant their problem is in the grand scheme of things
I wonder why they feel the need to yell
What did I ever do to you...

This life, this time isn't real
I wake up but have an inability to feel
wake up people, this is not a life
What will you be remembered by? Possibly nothing...


Popular posts from this blog

No words can express the fracture in my heart. No time can heal the loss of your smile.

I broke up with caffeine...

Car Life: Weekish 1 & 2