Nihilism
These songs that I sit with and
These songs that I let permeate my soul,
its continuous shifting and molding of my most inner mind and psychology,
its something that's attaching to my psyche and can’t be taken away
And it scares me to think that after all these years the same songs are the ones I keep returning to,
I’m afraid of death in all its ways, I’m afraid of the light switch turning off, the sleep that does not awaken.
The eyes peer inside the mind:
Is it just gears, pipes, and oil
if you stop the movement, is it just an object?
We all start with an electrical pulse
it goes through us,
causes us to cry, to starve, to hurt, to produce more,
It is the sole reason we misunderstand,
it allows us to reach for more,
only for the spark to fizzle out
to end
Vitally and in all totality mean nothing.
How many times have I thought these thoughts
Does it matter if this is all just for wading in the blackness of space,
Am I even real?
And if i were to wake up tonight, and see that all of it was just a lie, would i even care?
Just to know that all of it meant nothing, I would simply move on
