Slow It Down

What's the point of all this?
I don't mean what you think,
I knew long ago the secret of life,
And trust me, brah, it stinks,

You don't want to know what there is to know,
Try to read books, instead,
At least they'll pretend that there is meaning,
With some formula for getting ahead,

Then try to talk to someone religious,
If you're not already,
Not to get comfort of an afterlife,
But just to keep busy,

And distracted,
For if you think too much,
You'll shorten the length of your existence,
Trust me, you should not be in such a rush.