Life is tough
but what the fuck for?
there has to be a point to it all
but alas, I find none
It’s true; we’re all Sisyphus
we just keep rolling on
‘well, looks like the oceans heating up. Let’s stop oil.’
‘Quite right.’
‘Anyway, I gotta go now. Goodbye.’
the sound of their car doors closing, an afront of our awareness
car door locks and all is forgotten.

But this is the machine we were given
what can we do instead?
Catch a train?
But the trains are never on time
and they’re barely fit for purpose
a 6 hour’s journey google map says
to use a train
to a place only one hour away.

What the fuck am I to do?
Stay put in my room
never leave lest I be a hypocrite
this cognitive dissonance keeps me up at night
but I’m trapped in this machine
I was born into.

Look at us, trapped in our iron lungs!
Fuck, I don’t know how much more I can take
everything is rotting away
The heat masks the cold stark truth of these summer days
the sun rays getting to our brains
all that vitamin D and those endorphins
smoothing out our brains
with these illusions that we’re doing a-fucking-okay.

I don’t know any more than you
what we can do
I just know we can’t trust the higher-ups
rolling in the green
not the lush kind we’re chopping down
but the numbers that gets recycled
by the same few hands up there, up top.