The lifelong quest for meaning is futile
Forever sought rarely found
And one can knit the sweater themselves all they want
But where does one get the threads?
Finding it in white sticks
Finding it in upset stomachs
Finding it in heat flashes
And dim lit boxes
No one can afford to feed themselves anything not out of a box
No one has time to read the labels
Waiting for a weekend to spend paychecks on expensive hobbies and social gatherings that amount to nothing but stagnation
Waiting a lifetime to use energy for something resembling purpose in this mundane useless existence
No more third places to occupy the spaces left in the minds of hungry youths
Finding it in bar tabs
Finding it in upset stomachs
Finding it in swirling visions
And poisoned bottles
Sick to my stomach
Just throw it up
Aimless and f*cked
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The lifelong quest for meaning is futile
Forever sought rarely found
And one can knit the sweater themselves all they want
But where does one get the threads?
Finding it in white sticks
Finding it in upset stomachs
Finding it in heat flashes
And dim lit boxes
No one can afford to feed themselves anything not out of a box
No one has time to read the labels
Waiting for a weekend to spend paychecks on expensive hobbies and social gatherings that amount to nothing but stagnation
Waiting a lifetime to use energy for something resembling purpose in this mundane useless existence
No more third places to occupy the spaces left in the minds of hungry youths
Finding it in bar tabs
Finding it in upset stomachs
Finding it in swirling visions
And poisoned bottles
Sick to my stomach
Just throw it up
Aimless and f*cked
Forever sought rarely found
And one can knit the sweater themselves all they want
But where does one get the threads?
Finding it in white sticks
Finding it in upset stomachs
Finding it in heat flashes
And dim lit boxes
No one can afford to feed themselves anything not out of a box
No one has time to read the labels
Waiting for a weekend to spend paychecks on expensive hobbies and social gatherings that amount to nothing but stagnation
Waiting a lifetime to use energy for something resembling purpose in this mundane useless existence
No more third places to occupy the spaces left in the minds of hungry youths
Finding it in bar tabs
Finding it in upset stomachs
Finding it in swirling visions
And poisoned bottles
Sick to my stomach
Just throw it up
Aimless and f*cked
Writer: Allan Salazar
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