Stupid

The way you push on in spite of things
The car in the traffic in the city in the life
These repetitions nagging with their why?
Looking at the lifeless faces in the windows
Creased with torment and lived lifetimes
If not dementured they attempt optimism
Lest they be deemed bitter or ungrateful
So you see there isn't really any escape
Except to keep climbing a broken ladder
Seeing the bodies fall past you from above
You climb up ever more unsatisfying rungs
The air thinner, timber increasingly rotten
And you reflect on when it is you will fall
Being prodded on by bodies just below
Becomes only the bodies, worn out bodies
Moving upwards for no explicable reason
It just all seems so stupid to be honest