I am flying to the sun
and I am wondering about the cold life I leave behind.
Are we damned to always run in this never ending wheel?
Why, the nights I like to drink the most, are the empty ones?
Why, the most depressing mornings are the ones coming from yesterday’s parties ?
Are we just machines operating to reaching meaningless goals?
Is it meaning, the lubricant of our robotic nature?
They suggest to construct the meaning that serves you
but how can you teach a kid to believe again in Santa Claus
when is already aware that he doesn’t exist?
The nights that reality kicks in,
I hold my glass high.
I drink to the cruelness and the absence of meaning of this universe.
living on a spinning blue round planet,
lost somewhere in the universe,
searching for meaning.
Thank you for reading my poem.
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