Everything's a part of nothingness, spinning 'round the world, see how it exists? Nothingness for too long was thought to be nothing, but, listen sir, this is how it is. You know that crappy job you go to all week? Well, I bet you resent every minute of it. You wake up at the crack of dawn, roll out of bed with a disheveled look, and, with no time to wake up as you run out your door, you join the other fools on the road. Your car eats more gas than you can afford, and those cigarettes you smoke, they run eight bucks a pack. That's another hour's work for you; light another one boy, here's to your health. Another car crash on your way into work, five seconds late and your boss gives you crap. Eight more hours 'til your freedom is won, but by then you're so tired, you just want to crash. After that, there's always something more. Meeting with a friend from past memories that remind you of times that were better spent; now you wish you didn't need a job, and then you wish you didn't need a car, and then you think, 'Maybe I don't want to live.' Hey now man, no need to be drastic. Forget thoughts of death and pick up your pen. That's how the best writing happens, my good friend. When you're down and thinking of the end, and if they don't amount to much, so what? This escape will let you see another day. The pen's need to move is gone for now. It sleeps beside you, waiting for the dawn, while you sleep, waiting for another shitty day. Everything's a part of nothingness, spinning 'round the world, see how it exists? Nothingness for too long was thought to be nothing, but, listen ma'am, this is how it is. Woke up again at the crack of dawn. Go to take a shower, but no hot water. Head out the door five minutes later. Traffic's backed up. Girl on a bike was crushed. Light that cigarette and everything's alright. Fire engine drives by, and you hope it's not your house that's going up in smoke. Passes by your exit and you let out a sigh, but tell me, what on earth gives you that right to assign yourself lordly caliber and live above orders of the golden rule? Tenth time late, but your boss is silent. 'Hell, maybe it will be a decent day.' Eight hours fly by without much resentment, but then it all shatters in a flash. Boss catches up and tells you you're fired; make your way out the door past the worker drones and outside everything seems to be fine. You just shake it off and start up your car. Radio was broken, thoughts dwell in silence, Dwell on thoughts, lose control of the car, accidents happen, it's a part of life. You have to rent a taxi and a tow truck to drive your sorry ass to your house. Pull up to see only burning embers. Firemen still standing there, missed the exit; there was no way they could have saved it. Have the taxi drive you to a motel, 'cause I hear they hand out papers and pens for free. This will all be a memory at dawn. This was just a lesson made to teach you to respect the world as you should respect yourself. Bottom line is this world sucks because everyone has those fucked up kind of days. To keep yourself sane, you just need an escape. Everything's a part of nothingness, spinning 'round the world, see how it exists? Nothingness for too long was thought to be nothing, but, listen up, this is how it is. Everything you once came to know is fucked. Now you have the time to build yourself back up. Question remains, will you have that skill, or will you fall into that rut you held? Will you get lost with the millions of masses, or will you hold a higher purpose? Everyone carve your niche, we're leaving quick. A day is worth less than the blink of an eye when you count up all the world's losses. May seem like your day is the worst of days, but why should you throw away your losing hand when everyday plays host to a deal? Carry on with contentment, loosen up, focus on the worst shit and you'll never win. Everything's a part of nothingness, spinning 'round the world, see how it exists? Nothingness for too long was thought to be nothing, but, listen, this is how it is.
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