Musing immortal

Who wants to be immortal?
Night after night
of Chef Boy-ar-de meat Ravioli
How much Guinness can a man drink
I think it may be over-rated

Once your appetite is sated
for perfume and flowers
and blue skies and birds
they become mundane reminders
of a life and death cycle
which carries no meaning

If you’re unpopular
Endless nights of solitaire
on the computer
Smoking cigarettes
Without care or concern of lung cancer
But maybe a smoker’s cough

The endless parade of people
Smiling or suffering
Passing by with fears and hope
you have no way of comprehending
spending your time observing

Even music after an eternity
must become just an arrangement
of the same old notes
beating rhythms somehow familiar
unmoving and tiresome

What do you hold on to
Everything eventually passes into decay
Possessions, family, lovers
Just one more thing to lose
To mourn
So why bother

No
I doubt its all its cracked up to be
And still

I’d like to have a little more time