Pinball

I felt like a pinball as I wander thru the sonder creeping thru the skin I'm under
I felt like a pinball as I shuffle thru the couples, in the ruckus and the rubble

Opposite the waiter with my pen and paper until this Elvis impersonator
Comes up to tell us he's the eyes, ears, and conscious of some creator
I say I feel like an unemployed journalist looking for a story
Exploring another boring, glorified glimpse of purgatory

I felt like a pinball bouncing back and forth between the bells and buzzers
I felt like a pinball, where there's no endgame, only a game-over

Everything started looking like a symbol, or feeling like an omen
I wondered if it was the dopamine in my system or the serotonin
I thought I saw a pattern in the randomness of which i tried to make sense
But any eloquence I came across was just a coincidence

I felt like a pinball dancing with the others, the lonely and the lovers
I felt like a pinball bumping into extras in the background on set of the actors

Life is as meaningless as a game of pinball but don't get me wrong
It's all fun and games to see how long you can hang on
High score initials, like some superficial graveyard I'll never sign that wall
Of fame, all the same, I don't really care about pinball