I like to
sit in
my chair
and stare
at the ceiling,
while I smoke
some weed
and wonder why
I haven’t found
any meaning
in my life
I wonder if
I ever will,
or if it’s
all just
a useless
waste of
But it’s not
like I have
anything else
going on.
So I
as well
just sit here
and waste away
I think
I’ll smoke

48 responses to “Ceiling”

  1. Love the song, Flowers on the Wall. Also your poem. I believe one day you will find meaning for your life. You are on the way when you sit and think about it. For me, the meaning of life is to love God and all people. This is almost a full-time job, but it is a job I enjoy.

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