Pointless Existence

Pointless Existence

I don’t like to be touched
I prefer to be untouchable, it’s much
More than a clutch in head full of hairs
Bring on everything in pairs
I fall easily on stairs
I eat truths over dares
I dream of having nightmares
I wonder if God cares
How much I earn and how I spare
A penny every time I get a stare
I like to own a hare
I like to go everywhere
I hear everything on my snare
I often sit on a chair
And imagine a life of a mayor
I vomit on a smell of strong beer
And in my fancy dreams, I am driving in fourth gear
Past is even smaller than rear
Something struck me constant like it’s near
Cause whenever I see myself in a mirror
I first have to wipe a tear
I have people to cheer
On my victories, they’re happier
I eat fears
As the sky clears
My understanding may be mere
But my knowledge is sheer
About guys hugging teddy-bears
They deal better with the sears
I got everyone, everything is here
My cry is so seldom that it appears
I have been living since years
But as my mask smears
On the face of my dears
Universe is all ears, it hears
My patience in despairs
And gifts me hardware to run my software
As I continue to breathe a pointless existence
This existence is pointless
It’s true, I ain’t brainless
Try becoming reckless
You are doomed to be worthless, nonetheless
Let’s not press the issue, we are already in stress
Let’s just accept the fact as
One day even our acceptance is going to be pointless
I am not talking about existential crisis, nope
For that matter I am not talking about any crisis, it’s hope
That I am talking about, I have an ability of thinking aloud
Chilling around is a way better option
Than to worry about the prices of auction
Things have to happen and they happen
They can be shits, they can be chits, you can’t map them
I have witnessed a million of moments
They have been of every possible dimension
I have walked, I have ran
To catch the time spend
It’s tough luck that we can’t mend
All the broken that lands
In our hands
I take strands for the strands
Irrespective of quantity of water it bends
It’s impossible to say goodbye every time somebody sends
The message to get clear off their bands
Wherever it’s written, your name is on the mercy of sands
Yeah, everything here is as delicate as it tends
Remember, we are talking about existence
It got even no. of definitions with either positive or negative compliments, hence
It cancels out to become zero, no importance
Isn’t it stupid to think about status, on this trance?
Smoke it up or gulp it in, it’s your chance
No profit in thinking about consequences
The only tension is about menses
It decides the pleasure of occurrences
And happenstances are happenstances
I watch the life as it dances
And as I ponder upon the pointlessness of existences
This is not my presumed notion, it’s obvious
It’s the result of experiments, stimulation of my experiences
I like French, does it matter if I act like Francais
Nope, the shit is dope, it’s hope
It’s a long – long rope
Too many pains to cope
Used to the shampoo though bathed whole life with soap
That’s how existence shop
Identity wears whatever it wants
Memory of (what’s gone) haunts
As we rhyme the chants
Of new, that is coming along
Yeah it’s a song, a bad – bad song
Won’t stop until you chop
The strings from your own hands
So it’s okay to have whatever you have
It would never be more, only more less
You’re stuck among a complicated game of chess
And you’re a pawn, who’s killed first
You got hunger, you got thirst
It’s obvious
But it’s rare to find stillness in chaos
Plus you’re meaningless
As this existence is pointless
It’s true, I ain’t brainless
Try becoming reckless
You are doomed to be worthless, nonetheless
Let’s not press the issue
We are already in stress
Let’s just accept the fact as
One day even our acceptance is going to be pointless
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Submitted by angelnikky.nj11 on May 01, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

3:35 min read

Quick analysis:

Scheme Text too long
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 3,791
Words 719
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 107

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