I hope this poem finds you well.
It's not exactly like my others but I have been thinking and this is how far I got...
All the best things in life are free... Yeah?
I mean... you never have to ask for the sun to shine right?
You don't have to ask for flowers to bloom
Things kind of just work without you ever having to ask...
Like everything has these instructions on what to do and how to do it just right
Call it the Goldilocks vibe if you like...
I mean... Life is just a random series of events with no real meaning but everything still works just...
Except for people, except for me...
And I don't know how that makes me feel...
Whether I should be happy that none of this is supposed to make sense and that it doesn't really matter, just have fun and don't be a dick...
Or whether I should panic and run for the hills for the exact same reason above...
All that I do know is that I've got a sadness deep inside, unrelated to it all...
Perhaps some deep-seated trauma unveiling itself...
Or perhaps it isn't even real...
I've been stuck inside my head for a while now
Instead of looking at these deep blue night skies...
Instead of appreciating the sheer madness of everything...
Just to marvel at how you and I are a series of circumstances that began unfolding who knows how long back...
Cause that's life and it's just a blip...
Less than a blip when you think about it...
So again, why doesn't it feel like I work right...
Because it's like inside my command centre... something is broke...
Missing screws and gears...
Whatever a clock needs to tick
And it's got me wondering, is that how it's supposed to work?
I mean, I didn't ask for this just like how I didn't ask for anything else. It just is
That's just how things have worked out...
So is it destiny to feel this way...
Destiny to be happy, to be sad, form relationships, breakup, live and die without ever realizing it
Is it destiny to believe in religion, watch TV, create philosophy, eat cereal, dance, kill, laugh, do evil or procrastinate?
Destiny to witness... art, war, and cats?
Or is it all just a mistake...
All just a mistake to feel this way...
Or maybe it's nothing at all, just chemicals and atoms trying to make sense of their own existence...
