We're Alright With That for Now

This one's about the mindless masses

As I was walking down the street last night,
My mind was completely empty.
Everyone I knew had an empty mind as well.
We all think of nothing,
We care for nothing,
We are nothing.
And we’re alright with that for now.
And so is the rest of the world.
We exist.
All we do is simply exist.
Yet as we exist, we are invisible.
We will never do anything,
We will never be anybody.
We are in every sense of the word, invisible.
Once we’re gone,
No one will miss us.
And we’re alright with that for now.
Sometimes we even forget about each other.
We get so caught up in our nothingness,
We forget about everyone else’s nothingness.
And then our phones somehow dial each other,
And we congregate in our non-existence.
We know we’re there,
But no one else does.
Maybe we were never really alive to begin with.
Maybe we don’t even really exist like we think we do.
And we’re alright with that for now.
While we’re filled with nothingness,
The nothingness seems to walk hand in hand with doubt, and confusion.
Maybe someday the nothingness will get to us,
It will either consume us,
Or perhaps it will inspire us.
Either way, we don’t think of it for now.
Thinking would distract us from the emptiness.
So we go on, trying to fill the emptiness with nothing.
We consume mirages of matter,
Yet we’re never full,
And we don’t know why.
We don’t want to know.
And yeah, we’re alright with that for now.

Reviews

[piggy]

Thank you for writing such an awesome poem. It's great to read.