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this purposeless but amusing farce
ours is an age where
melancholy reigns
and confusion is the core of our being
silly tales of love
and merry verses that
confound the senses
where has real emotion truely gone?
we think that to feel means
the world has to bleed
and suffering needs to seethe from our eyes
this purposeless farce
to amuse our bored hearts
leads to existentialist notions of nothingness
nothing matters cuz it's all been done before
we're waiting for answers that aren't there
do you really think that life is
this big puzzle to be solved
that meaning has to be
to keep us sane?
humans cannot fathom
the thought that this is just a place where
whether or not you live
matters not.
this isn't another soldiers desperate cry
to make sense of something greater than he is
it is just a bubble blown
in the great bath of time
that exists for once
but basically resembles all the others gone before
but hey!
do not worry hon,
you really are someone
you are special like...
a drop of indifferent rain :)
but please don't mistake my tone
for crassness that feigns to know not
the agony and pain of life that abounds...
