100 Ways to Paint a Bowl of Limes

Here we are
In the best years of our lives
Wondering when we're gonna get it right
At the bar
There's a stool reserved for you
A fitting joke
But when is the punchline
We all could use a laugh
To suffer demons of our past
The poisons we keep bottled up inside
Still life
Does it feel like your frozen in time?
Still life
We're just hanging around 'til we die
In your car
Sitting on the 101
Seems like everybody's headed to the same place
At your desk
Typing runon sentences
A marathon of half-baked boilerplate
That's how these verses feel
Stuck in mud spinning my wheels
A hundred ways to paint a bowl of limes
Still life
Does it feel like your frozen in time?
Still life
We're just hanging around attracting flies
And every daydream's a rerun
No one's changing the station
Something's gotta give or take or break
On the couch
Staring mindlessly at screens
Some story of a man searching in vain
Back to bed
Once the day finally relents
A passerby of your existence
Still you write it down
Attach a melody you'd found
An effigy forever fossilized
Still life
Does it feel like your frozen in time?
Still life
We're just hanging 'til –
Staring at a cluttered page
I strain to set my story straight
Endless days of posing like I'm fine
Still life
Is the point of this just to survive?
Still life
A portrait of modern mankind