Jejune/Prolix...

On a day that feels like
one drawn-out pause
between sighing breaths
All clarity becomes hazy
and ambition's defeated
as we simply live out our deaths
Shall we wait for a savior
or cut out our losses
plunging out into the depths

We ask, but don't answer
and our questions are lost
with the hours that we throw away
As stagnation constricts us
and our dreams are all strangled
the night becomes dead as the day

Our zombie-like corpses
become numb to the world
as we just hunger for brains
When we sense someone living
we attack them on instinct
to siphon blood from their veins

In the life we abandoned
there'd be toil and hardship
with sweat, bloodshed, and tears
But perhaps there'd be laughter
or something less sinister
than existence constricted by fears


If stagnation is foolish
and dreaming is futile
there still must be some way to live
An Aristotelian mean
or some life unseen
where life doesn't merely survive
In dreams of this now
we'll imagine somehow
our delusions allow us to thrive

It's jejune or it's prolix
when only the dangers
make conquest or cowering the same
As battle-scars and boo-boos
bleed the same red-to-brown
and mutilation can make anyone lame
In defeat or deferral
comes the same end as triumph
as death will bring all of these shame

So to hell with the earth
and to hell with mere dreams
to hell with everything prolix and jejune
If we're all doomed to live
and all doomed to die
to hell with everything that's not opportune
Why stare at the sun
to be blinded with light
or in darkness just howl at the moon

If there's something of use
in a world full of refuse
it's for you to define on your own
Should you find it somehow
don't forget about how
in the end you'll be under a stone
If it's still worth a try
though you know it will die
leave these prolix/jejune things alone