Stalemate

Stale-mate

Everything is stale and unamusing. Life goes on. Cars drive forward. Babies get older. Teenagers get jobs. Students graduate. Degenerates drop out. Women fuck and get knocked up. Raise the kid hopefully with the Dad around. Then they get stuck in grey dead end jobs wasting away each day 5 days a week. From 9-5. Then come home to a family and kids, maybe a dog. Then they retire and watch tv as they age and the wrinkles form on their faces. Only to die and have the same cycle be repeated over and over again.

We live our lives in a state of grey muggy smog. With clearings and fresh air here and there. A promotion or two or something to occupy us and make us seem

Worthy and all together to others around us. But then come home to our same boring and mundane selves. Falling asleep

Alone on the couch, or next to the same boring person for 50 odd years.

We fill our voids with meaningless and superficial pictures and staged acrobatics to seem as if we are experiencing the world when we are really just along for the ride. Never in the drivers seat, never gripping the wheel. But in the back of the car blankly staring out the window. We see the ocean waves crashing along the shore. Pass by the hustle and bustle of the city streets. Stare up at the tall and stale black sky scraping towers, where thousands of hopeless souls just like us work day by day every hour. Having the life and creativity and imagination sucked out from their bloody veins.

Nothing we do really matters. Atleast not in the grand scheme of it all. We are just shades of grey occupying the soil we came from, shitting and pissing all over it. Leaving it in worse condition then how we recived it. Consuming and abusing all that the world around us has to offer.

Life is just a black and white picture and it’s our egocentricity and self righteousness that lets us pick up a colored marker and color in the blocks. Never going outside the lines to wear it is noticeable. But always obeying, and staying within our lanes. Filing our taxes every year. Putting on our right blinkers even when there are no other cars in sight. Arriving to work every morning and punching in at precisely the right time.

The world around us may seem vibrant and ever changing. Offering new opportunities and new chances for stimulation and satisfaction everywhere, yet we are just walking shades of grey. Stuck in a stalement between existence and boredom.