Mindless Words
I know what I am from what I am not.
I am not what I do not want.
And that which I know not what I am not,
I am to be sought.
And when I die, the soul for which I have fought,
Will mean more than what I have bought.
In the end we're falling,
Just wanting to be caught.
And I was. Caught not by my heart,
But the desire to not rot in this ****ed up place
We call the Melting Pot.
And although I ought to be shot
For disgracing this place,
I cannot help this the thought
That which has brought me feelings nothing but distraught.
But between feeling cold and hot,
Wanting to feel numb seems to be a lot.
And even when the hopeful leap of faith takes its hop,
It lands on a tack,
Ending in nothing but a pop. So in the end,
I always stop trying to climb to the top.
Because in the end I am nothing.
You are nothing.
This is nothing.
Except for when it's not.
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