2 A.M. Isn’t Real Life (A poem?)
Here I am, 21st century man:
Hating the past, afraid of future, bored of the present.
A postmodern joke, a meaningless narrative, an absurdist nightmare (a meaningless joke, an absurdist narrative, a postmodern nightmare? an absurdist joke, a postmodern narrative, a meaningless nightmare?)
Infinite possibility and potential: brutally murdered by infinite apathy and indecision.
Half-glimpsing half-truths of other worlds, half-believing them until the morning.
Lava inside an ice cube inside a furnace.
Bullet point philosophies:
- Understood superficially
- Adopted halfheartedly
- Discarded casually
- Lather, rinse, repeat, ad nauseum (and what nausea it is)