I don’t believe it’s a simulation,
but if this is life, I don’t know why it’s glorified.
There is something questionable
about existence having a bottom line
only to become one.
Curiosity is natural but it becomes a burden
when you are left with an endless line of questions
and any answer you find seems to hurt you.
What is life when it comes down to high functioning depression?
I can do it all, I can have it all and it’s all so free.
There’s no cost to pay when you don’t feel happiness.
You don’t feel anything.
Just going through the motions, taking the steps that someone
somewhere told you were right.
Life in black and white.
I don’t believe it’s a simulation, but if this is life
I don’t know why it’s glorified.