Good End Times

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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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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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