Shower Thoughts

Sat, 04/06/2019 - 20:07 -- Cullan

I was in the shower

Thinking for an hour

Why is my life sour

Falling off a tower

 

What is the meaning of life?

To love, to reproduce, to get a wife?

To go outside and observe the wildlife?

To believe in a fucking afterlife?

Or to cut  myself with a pocket knife?

 

Why do we go to school?

To know the capital of turkey is Istanbul? 

To know two atoms make a molecule?

To vape in a bathroom and act cool?

Or to drop, like me, and seem like a fool?

 

What happens when I die?

Do I reincarnate into a butterfly?

Do I go to Hell because I lie?

Do I go to the doghouse in the sky?

Or do I decompose and just say goodbye?

 

No one knows the answer

No one can cure cancer

The shower is getting cold

I might know the answer when I’m old

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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