Sitting doing nothing

The minutes slowly

Creeping by. Torments

Those who wish to leave.

Nothing is as it seems,

Yet everything is how

It's suppose to be. Eyes

Roll, tired of this same

Old game.

Why won't it end this

Vicious cycle. The bane

Of my existence. A nothingness

Of something ancient.

The decrepit and old

Make fun of the young

And restless. Knowledge

Hanging from the gallows

In front of children.

Hunger beyond compare,

Why the hell don't they

Care? Eyes falling out

From the sheer boredom

Of it all.

We're about to fall

Into this dance set

Before out times. It's

Such a dastardly crime.

Please do us a favor

And make this very

Kafkaesque nightmare

Go away, so we can play.