Boredom. At every level, and in every sense.
This is not the kind of fun I was promised.
With bars, and chutes;
and songs, and different types of cheese.
Not the one I thought about for years
of compulsively swallowing this pointless existence.
We make no difference in or out of this world.
Selfishness is intergenerational.
All I care about is what I leave behind me.
Selfishness knows no boundaries, and
death doesn´t end it.
It is how we are wired; the zenith of our survival.
My first thought is always selfish and often criminal.
It is what you know; and it is who I am.