A Random Pizza Joint

I sit in this strange, otherwordly pizza joint
With comic superheroes adorning the walls
The radio splays the musings of Rod Stewart
Against my sensitive eardrums
For God's sake, wake up Maggie
As I stare at an intriguing menu,
Contemplating pineapple and olives
To go along with my usual, boring pepperoni
And my complimentary water tasting too much of lemon,
I wonder how my life has brought me here
How the world could steer me to this point, this time
I am sometimes shaken by my mortality
And I fear some abstract abyss that may await me
What will my last hours bring?
Will I look back on my life and be content?
I ache for the loved ones that I shall have to say goodbye to
Funerals that I will attend
Friends and family, flesh and blood of the present
But ashes of the future
They will fade away
And I will remain
Alone in a violent world
It's at times like these that my spirit is tested
And I unwillingly call my faith into question
But above all, the weight of such a grave issue
Amuses me for no other reason than the fact
That these thoughts choose this odd pizza joint as their vessel
And this lemony water as their catalyst