I was in the grocery store today,
walking down an aisle with a buggy,
when I got this feeling:
I've been here before,
and I'll be here again soon.
Life is predictable,
we try to add flavor to our lives,
but we always end up back in
the checkout line at Walmart,
buying groceries.
Low prices drag us by our feet
through the door,
down aisles,
and over shelves.
It's not the boredom that bothers me,
it's meaninglessness.
How we can buy the same things
over and over again,
and it doesn't add up to anything,
it will go in the garbage at some point;
so why do we do it?