There is no point to existing, to thriving

Everyone around me seems to know where they are going

But how do they know what they are doing is right

For, in truth, there is no way of knowing. 

Like a compass with no point, that is me. 

I shift through the night, my eyes wondering aimlessly.

Everybody wants life to mean something,

But what if it doesn't? life is but a comsic joke

played on those who feel like playing. 

I don't like being in this game, this cruel game.

I will fulfill my functions in the American life,

continuing the mundanesness of my walk

My walk is forever alone but I like it this way.

For this, I am the only one to blame.

I perservere because I know no other way. 

Death's embrace seems hard, even painful. 

So here on Earth I am, I lay and I stay.