Oct 10, 2005 15:54
If nothing we do matters...
The shit-pile is hard to climb out of. Muddied mess looks solid enough, but try to push yourself out, and you only sink further. What's the point? Try try push push... fall deeper into the abyss you've fought so long against... something you thought you'd accomplished long ago, only to find you never really left, you were there all the time. The scenery before you may have changed, but the circumstances are the same. Whole lotta nothing...
So, what's the point? What does all this revelation mean? Nothing, essentially. You try to change it, but it stays the same. Can't fill that fucking void inside. Little little hole, my how you've grown. I remember when you were *this* big. Now look at you! So strong and proud. Take me where you will. I'm yours now...
This discontent is nothing new; so don't worry. It's funny how you can conceal these things, make the world see your persuasion. But I guess there's really no fooling, cause it comes back again. Full circle. Back at the beginning. Where to now? I guess the same damn circle, the pattern's the same, though on the outside it looks different.