Good End Times
Worrying used to be my favorite pastime
All I used to do was making misery rhyme
I used to think I was the only one who saw the ever-increasing gaps
Haunted by thoughts of famine, warfare, pandemics, societal collapse,
The cold void of space and all sorts of ends drawing nigh
The inexplicable evil of being brought here just to die
I damned the world for its hollowness, I mourned every birth
It seemed I tried to take upon me the weight of the entire earth
I avoided my friends, figuring I’d only spread my despair
I skipped school for a month, then out of seemingly nowhere;
The sun started shining more and the unbearable burden wasted away
And I started getting better, a little more every day
Sometimes it’s still, sometimes it storms
On one of those days I learned to take it as it comes
Being a pretty avid student of our fucked-up history
I concluded nothing bettered if I joined all the institutionalized misery
Might as well try to find an agreeable way to screw up my life
Make a worthwhile detour before I have to arrive
It’s not that I want to block out the world’s ills
Just that I can’t swallow all the bitter pills
I can’t cry at every funeral, I can’t save the world alone
Might as well accept I’m a pile of decaying flesh and bone
Stupidity on a Friday night does wonders for my sanity
Consider this a sit-down against the kamikaze run of humanity
Attending teenage parties, fits of fear nulled by sips of beer
The weather is quite pleasing as I attempt to teach my peer
About the reign of absurdity and how one survives
How we find purpose in our meaningless lives
About the huge transformative abilities of the conversation
About the absolute necessity of compartmentalization
About knowing horrible shit but still greeting with a smile
Retaining a sense of humor and making the days worthwhile
About opting day-to-day living to mapping out the rest of your life
The future’s unknowable and no one stays husband and wife
Let’s “forget” to do our homework and spend the day feeling alright
Go out with loved ones, getting high on natural light
I wanna smoke a joint and talk infinity under a fractal tree
Wrap my head around that I happen to be me
Laying in the grass laughing at the serious folk
A life of accumulation lost to a stroke
Let’s go enforce postmodern stereotype
Let’s spark debate and hit the pipe
Let’s let the pieces fall where they may
Let’s go play in the urban decay
Let’s stare at stars and wonder vast
Let’s go make do and have a blast
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