01-21-2013, 02:58 PM
It is as if the ceiling of my room is the Eye of God
And I am but a worm
Eating and shitting out dirt
A slimy fool who knows nothing of anything
But the garbage on which I thrive
I am acutely aware of it
But lacking the faculties to do much about it
Except moan and sigh over the banalities of this simple life
Wallpaper the word "meaning"
Empty as these rooms
With all their books and papers and computers and televisions
Nothing is anything here
But how it appears that we have everything
I am a fool rolling around on a filthy bed of gold
This foolish gold which will take me nowhere and teach me nothing
Except the superficialities of my own existence
And how I've never amounted to anything in all of this
Blessed Time
And I am but a worm
Eating and shitting out dirt
A slimy fool who knows nothing of anything
But the garbage on which I thrive
I am acutely aware of it
But lacking the faculties to do much about it
Except moan and sigh over the banalities of this simple life
Wallpaper the word "meaning"
Empty as these rooms
With all their books and papers and computers and televisions
Nothing is anything here
But how it appears that we have everything
I am a fool rolling around on a filthy bed of gold
This foolish gold which will take me nowhere and teach me nothing
Except the superficialities of my own existence
And how I've never amounted to anything in all of this
Blessed Time