too much

it's too much
the more i read the more it feels like i'm wasting my time
like the end is nigh, and i should go hide and wait for the storm to blow over
reemerge to scavange the spoils
directed energy weapons, mind control,
remote viewing, inter-dimensional travel, time holes,
JFK, cancer, lie upon lie upon lie
i can't taste the truth anymore
and it's making me sick

i believe that there's good times ahead
but i also think that most people will be dead
binge and purge, to cleanse the earth
gamble with your life to find out what it's worth

will the poles shift?
will we blow ourselves up?
will it be a disease?
or will the ozone bubble pop?

will we stop all the madness,
before it's too late
or will we go down with the ship
no change in mind-state

i hope against odds
that there really are gods
that from us get their kicks
sometimes cool, sometimes pricks

it's for them i endure
and for me, i am sure
my audience in the sky
for reviews i must die

i keep it going
the show must go on
even if nobody's watching
and everything's gone

cuz when the stage lights are on
you can't see the crowd
and the only time they yell
is when everything is loud

can't be sure, just endure
always looking for the cure

pour a drink, stop and think
you know i might be on the brink

will i see, it is just me?
or will there be, eternity?

i walk and talk
and stroke my cock
live and die
by the cursed clock

so little
so much
i am way out of touch

and i'd like to reach out,
but i'm so full of doubt
what's it all about
makes me wanna shout

but i don't, and i won't
i bottle it instead
then i rant t'ill i can't
and i've emptied my head

i take in some more
process and store
then i do it again
but what's next my friend?