When will I laugh again?

Question

Alarm Rings,
Wake up you sleepyhead.
Time to get out of bed.
The world is crumbling down.
But you just hit snooze.

Now I'm late.
Jump out of bed.
Drag a comb across my head
Find my way downstairs
And drive to work in a dream

Rat race starts again
Run round and round
But never really do anything worthwhile
Just yes sir no sir, as you please ma'am
Don't mind me I'll blend into the scene

And then one day it's all different
A note a death and you are gone
Things stop suddenly for a while
And then we start to move on

Then it's all back to normal
The rat race starts again
Around and around I run
My mind goes numb because I don't care

I just want to play my piano
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as your born you start dying
So you might as well have a good time

I quote my favorite songs
And go about my day.
But soon it will be over
I'll leave my dead end job

And I'll start to play
And sing
And dance
And finally laugh
Even a sincere smile would suffice

Yeah, that's good advice. It was more of just a rant anyway. I agree that it's all about just getting along with people. The only problem is the people here at my work are unbearable! I'm changing jobs in Jan. but that month and a half seems like eternity!! I thought this job would be good, because it was a step up from what I was doing before, but I would rather be at my old job with nice considerate people than here! Oh, well, you live and learn.

Answer 1

Great poem! It's a bit melancholy for my taste but it definitely conveys the message.

I can see the point behind the poem, but I can't help but feel that it does more to reinforce hopelessness that it does to speak to a solution. I understand that people sometimes need to feel that someone understands, that someone can relate to what another is feeling. But I really have a problem with those who remain in that state of emotion rather than looking to find a way out. I'm not suggesting that is what your poem is doing, but I think that someone else reading it may use it as reinforcement to continue to hold on to their state of mind and that's sad.

With all that said, it's a great poem. I hope that you have more examples of your writing that are a as uplifting as this one was insightful!

Peace.

Answer 2

What is the difference between the 'you' that is at work and the 'you' that is at home? For that matter, at what time during your waking hours how are 'you' really impacted by where you are?

I think you are talking about pleasure and finding it more in the things you are interested in versus things you have to do in order to get money so you can buy food and shelter.

Pleasure is based on taste and taste on perception. You perceive or tell 'you' that something is good or bad but your body could care less really, unless it's a threat to it in some way of course. Thinking about suffering is all that is there. There really isn't any suffering happening. Just ask your body. It's just contently humming right along the whole time while you fret away about your suffering.

You are told to worry about this kind of thing so you do.

Answer 3

Love that poem. Did you write that?

Yes, this type of job can be mind deathening. It is good to get out of this job into a more meaningful work! I had once a job I felt like in this poem. I hated to go to work. I did choose this job as it payed better money then the job I had before. But then I went back to this other job, where I had such beautiful and meaningful relationships with people.
Happy for you that you can change jobs soon.

Answer 4

I don't know. Life can be depressing when you are in a bad state of mind. Being in the rat race and all that doesn't seem as bad when you are in love or have happy things to look forward to. I smile when I'm having fun and am laughing and enjoying life with people I love, or even when I'm just joking around with people I simply know, but have no real attachment to. nice poem

Answer 5

As soon as you realize that in the rat race, even if you win, you're still a rat.

Bob Dylan says "He not busy being born is busy dying" and I tend to agree.

Happiness depends more on your own state of mind than any physical or outside condition. Hard to swallow but in the end if you can figure that one out then you're on your way.

Nice poem. I wanna go play my piano too, but I'm still at work.

Answer 6

as soon as you see some guy get kicked in the testicles