Absurd Mumblings

There I was, and here I am.
I've always believed at anytime the feeling of the Absurd could strike.
It settles in.
It can happen anywhere, the trigger can be anything.
You suddenly recall,
You recall that everything simplified leads to only one conclusion.
Nothing matters.
We live lives too poor, too short, and too falsely directed.
We don't even have time to enjoy them.
We stand in line.
Everyday the same routine, they ask us to give them everything.
We're supposed to establish credit.
We're supposed to buy a house.
A Car and find ourselves a pretty wife.
They tell you not to dwell to long on these musings.
They tell us to get real jobs.
We try asking them at first, and that never works.
So, we begin telling them.
One by one, we each leave their world, their capital.
Nothing they have can make me happy.
I don't need to buy freedom.
In fact I don't know anywhere that sells it.
Freedom may have sold out, but the freedom I'm looking for is not for sale.
I never want to be perfect.
I want to reject beauty.
I want to mock fine art.
In time all these things turn back into what they are.
Capitalism is a giant Cinderella fairy tale, and you are all too stupid too realize what happens
at midnight.
All the false illusions will come crashing down.
The lies you told yourself will come with them.
I can't wait for this day.
Your cars will just be pumpkins, your house, I'll burn it down.
And your wife will be haggardly and old.
Oh, but don't worry,
Buy more stuff, after all you've established credit and bought insurance on all your precious lies,
Haven't you?