CONFUSION
Why is it,
That the world is such a complicated place?
Where depression and Prozac,
Are such a great combination,
That everyone wants it.
Humans make their lives,
So miserable,
So screwed up,
Every time the light turns green.
The mind is so complex,
But so simple,
All those neurons flying by,
Not knowing where to go,
Right after we wake up.
We continue our lives,
Walking on,
Without a thought,
About this being the end,
For we begin to fear,
Can't even crack a smile,
To the man that walks by,
Or there goes your teeth,
Down your throat,
And here comes the blood,
On to the walked upon sidewalk.
Its so simple,
We wake up,
Work like robots,
Take in some entertainment,
That the guy next door,
With the big house,
Had told us to intake,
From that idiot box,
That he had invented.
We sit on our expensive couch,
Sleep in the luxurious bed,
Eat that awful tasting food,
That had just cost us 50 big ones each,
Just because your neighbor,
Needed to pay off his bills.
But when will my neighbor,
Pay for all that I do for him?
I buy his cd,
His car,
His house,
And his food,
Just because he recommended it to me.
In the end,
I lived my life,
To his likings,
And gave him every penny,
I had to give.