Waking up in the morning,
Making a cup of coffee,
Thinking of nothing special, as usual,
While the world is turning around
In sorrow, solitude and eternal emptiness
Of this meaningless existence.
Stepping outside on the street,
Crowds are running on their empty errands,
Stumbling on their way to eternity,
Gathering with their ilk,
Hoping for a good time,
Waiting for some ordinary kind of fun,
People playing games, making love,
Searching for some pick-up or a place to hide,
People drinking their booze and smiling
To their empty thoughts without a reason.
People chasing their goals, reaching some sunset
Of their nice careers, making plans,
That might be broken one fine day
By a passing car or a cancer visit.
People writing stupid things on social networks,
Always getting what they want,
Always ready to crush the rest.
And those disillusioned,
Trying not to suicide, trying not to fall,
With the only aim – to survive another day,
Hoping for a better day in a better world,
Waiting for anything to happen,
To change their lives and give it a meaning.
But no one finds any sense
In that senseless being with a usual end,
Everyone is always five seconds too late,
They get their wages and sex,
Always looking for some more,
Always disappointed in others.
And no one really cares,
If you live or die, running for nothingness,
Crumbled in a landscape of eternity.
Some live silently, slowly dying inside,
Without a trace of emotion,
Life is cracking them up like nuts,
But they smile just the same,
Some empty shells without any meaning,
They are gliding on their way in murderous silence.
And no one understands what should really happen
To break these chains of fatigue and meaninglessness.
But they try and try, and stumble and stumble, and fall and fall,
Till they find there’ll never be any meaning
To their greasy lives, their purposeless lives, their cheerful lives,
And they search and search, and burn and burn
With their wishes to be something more than they are,
But everything goes by them, like some sand in their fingers.
And when they start to realize it, it’s already gone,
Getting nowhere, starting to cry inside,
Looking for new ways to be, maybe buying some new stuff,
Or creating some crappy poetry, or just *ucking their exes,
But things aren’t going to change, and they know that,
But they try to behave as if something is going to change,
Something great and insightful is going to come by,
And their empty lives are going to convey some meaning.
But the universe is still crushing their lives, smiling at them,
Watching them fall, watching them rot,
Till they turn to dust and their mortal remains
Are swallowed by Earth, and are spinned around,
While the galaxies are moving without any notice,
That humanity is so lost and alone.
06. 2016