Have you ever woken up and thought;
Today is going to be better than yesterday
and then gone back to bed,
when the sun has set
and then been right about it?
Me neither.
Oh, you have?
Well then perhaps you could teach me,
How to clutter my own mind
with perpetual lies and fairy tales
and stories and ideas
and fictions and deceits
So I too can convince myself
That it is even possible for one day to be "better"
than another.
As if anything we say or do
or think or feel
or smell or taste
or give or take
actually matters in the grand scheme of things?
The grand scheme of things!
What a redundant phrase that is.
Just when I think I've come to terms with
the concept that...
everything is utterly meaningless
I go ahead and place myself in
some imaginary scheme.
We're all fucking fools.