Kierkegaard

I never paid much mind to what I read I thought my only goal was to consume All the thoughts supplanted in my head By these images of doom and gloom And I know I could keep my life simple But instead I make it twice as hard I probably should stop reading Kierkegaard I like to spend dark evenings in my room With no company by my side And somehow the bleaker the work All the better of a place to hide And my friends will go out on the town And revel in the flashing lights But I'd rather hole up in my shell Finding hidden corners in the page I should really learn to act my age I could read a little poetry Or something lighter to clear my eyes But if it doesn't instill a crisis It'd feel like a bad disguise Or I could leave and explore the world But I never liked good advice Society is always telling me I should really like to fight and f*ck Just give me something existential Like the feeling of being stuck You know I really like to push my luck Lost souls know where I'm coming from The brightest flowers are in the weeds The prettiest face is when she looks away The sweetest air that which you cannot breathe And I know I could make my life easy But instead I make it twice as hard I really should stop reading Kierkegaard