No Adventures With You

That existential brick yeah

The biggest slab of them all

The fact that we never went on trips, went camping, saw the stars together, or swapped histories

It's a big fuckin' brick yeah

The truth that we never went through some shit so we can be on each other's side

constructing camaraderie

out of time 

out of support 

out of respect

that could have formed an equally giant slab of oxytocin

But that existential brick yeah

It's a big, motherfuckin' wedge that could slap Galactus in the face

Sometimes it undulates

Other times it warps, and cracks, but remains so fucking massive

Oppressive

Goddamn that fucker's big

It looms overhead, like a panopticon sky

watching

In Life, you either make the slab out of Precious Memories spent together

or the existential Slab of Dread just makes itself, with or without you

and moves...slowly....towards you....

It's coming for me, and a trillion Albert Camuses can't get me out of this!