by Michael Conomy

What is this strange happiness
that the world says is true
I’m marching through my life
like some kind of drone or some tool

My life means nothing
in the great scheme of thing
I know its kinda sad but I know it’s the truth

But I’ve seen a million lives go
A million times before
Craving some kinda happiness
The media says “Its out there”

But I know we are
Living in a paperbox
with a broken edge and a broken spark

This life means nothing , yes its true