sometimes when i can't sleep
i listen to dead people
speak about philosophy
and that has been a recent thing—
alan watts asked me
what i would do if money was no object,
it's important to understand
another question as well—
what do i desire?
i'd probably stay up all night
just to play music
and maybe one day i will.
i've been thinking a lot lately
about why i'm here,
in an age
where everything and everyone
wants to have an opinion inside of your head—
ads, social pressure,
and a fuck ton of information—
it's a huge surprise
that i have not lost my mind yet.
or maybe i have
and these little bits of poetry is all that's left of me.
YOU ARE READING
memento mori // poetry
Poetry" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull
