Why not drown in this wave-like illusion
And so simply blind what they call meaning
From any meaning whatsoever.
Swim in a whirlpool of meaninglessness?
Floating objects are all we are.
Lost amongst smiles and laughter.
Feigning a little joy, maybe sadness.
Driven by this violence we call lust.
We are nothing. Nothing at all.
We are but bundles of changing emotion.
As limited as a fish in its fish tank. Bumping into
Corners of endless glass walls. Pretending to swim
Freely in the ocean.