if there's no point to anything what's the point of trying if not to prove that were trying harder than someone else? and what's the point of that? trying to prove to everyone you are worth something instead of actually making something out of yourself? arent you just wasting time? aren't we all just wasting time? so if there's no point to anything what's the point of not trying? what's the point of not doing anything? what's the point of this poem? couldn't you argue the same thing? i could spend my days pacing in my room spend them crying tears over boys or kissing and not telling i could meet a nice clean cut man become a mom i could go get my masters and buy a big house but what's the point? what's the point of fighting nature? of preoccupying oneself with materialism? of acting more sophisticated then we let on? yes it is survival of the fittest the jungle rules but who is the fittest? the people who stuff there pockets with cash and drive fancy cars? that's what we look up too? that's what we blindly fund? some metal melted together to form some akin machine? why do we take pride in the things that hurt us the most? why am i still wasting my time? doesn't anyone want authenticity anymore? doesn't anyone have a yearning for the truth? does anyone still crave adventure?
we're all just recycled faces and personalities. nothing new. nothing to see here.