The Chase

Life is a neverending race for a final goal, though many of us aren't sure of what it is. This poem is about how people work slavingly though they aren't sure why and how society influences us.

The Chase
You-The one on the train to work-

Bopping your head to music,

Prim suit and bowler hat.

Life takes forever, think

Think.

Suppose you're too vain to see

Your fruitless humdrum life.

A goddamn lie,

Monotony 101 amplified.

Your actions are self-imposed

Delusions to hide the

Misery, hopelessness

Of the blatant pursuit

That is life.

Life swallows you whole in its obsessions.

Your fashion a testament to society's trends,

Society's unspoken regulations molded you,

Leaving you blinded by the voices of others.

Your own voice lost in the cacophany of sounds.

You pretend to know why,

but you don't what you're doing in life.

You are still lost and confused,

A child lost in the sensory overload of times square,

Of in-your-face billboards and ubiquitous neon.

Searching for a deeper meaning to life,

A final goal,

A common destiny.

Until then life is a meaningless chase,

A buffer period between loss and nirvana.

You hate that money is the universal language

And that satisfaction will never come.

But you can't stop the race,

You can't give up the chase.

So you'll run,

Aimlessly trudging down the winding path,

Of experiences that await.

Not knowing

The places you will go,

The people you will meet,

Or how you will finish the chase.