So comfortably analgesic to just not bother trying

so simple to quietly close these tired eyes and ignore all the depressing images

so relaxing to let go this stressed-out mind and blankly disengage

so soon to be so far gone once again, for such a long, long time

so easy to be immersed in their empty, non-stop entertainment

so comforting to grasp for that one more good full glass

so long, it seemed, their skulls laid there empty before they too, simply disappeared

so effortless it is, to blankly let the stressed out mind just go slack

so calming to vacantly be immersed in the next big empty spectacle

so misleading must all of this, far too quickly, surely prove to have been

so appealing to give up any form of real concentration

so soothing to blandly ignore the many vexing issues

so easy to just lay still, until you can move no more

so alluring are their colorfully-vapid extravaganzas

so convenient to help forget one's real trajectory

so very, very little do they leave behind

so comfortable is this easy chair

so soporific are their canned experiences

so soon to sleep, so silently forever, without even one single dream

so obvious that there is no choice but to doze beside the big screen

so fetching are the illusions brought to us on credit

so oblivious the silent moldering of their forgotten grave stones

so upsetting are the empty insights given up to us by the dead

so rewarding to sidestep those difficult considerations

so final and unavoidable nonetheless, is that rapidly approaching endgame

so distasteful their ever-worsening, inescapable situations

so reinforcing to ignore another of those disgusting revelations

so ultimately without the slightest meaning in either, or any, way

so disgusting the images of all their wasted suffering

so peaceful to just look blankly past the many difficulties

so patently unrealistic, to even try and think...for yourself

so bothersome these countless buzzing issues

so restful to cast aside all that convoluted logic

so very, very little remains in focus to look back upon

so confusing is that myriad of choices

so safe to plod quietly along within the mindless herd

so pointless does that make life seem, from such an empty retrospect

so overwhelming to consider that all our noisy drama has no meaning

so stress-avoidant to diligently practice a proud, blind ignorance

so very final each and every corner taken

so unrewarding the choice to try and remain aware

so comfortably analgesic to just not bother trying

so rapidly - so unchangeable, but, at least, with no more troubling decisions