Crushing knowledge

It's like water all around 

Like something's got you bound 

It's far, far too difficult to breathe

Like you need fall and heave, heave, heave.


Sometimes it just feels like why? 

What's the point, when we were born to die?

Sometimes, in the midst of our way

We stop and question, "How important is today?"


And it's when we come to the daunting 

And yet woefully apparent understanding 

Of this question that we realize, when we're gone,

The world won't cease, won't cry, it won't notice,





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