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The ideas come spewing

yet we have no idea what we are doing

running from something

embracing nothing

living and brooding

the days grow long

and the nights grow strange

in a moment we understand the madness that has deranged our formerly clear eyes

silent doing

hiding nothing

try something

feeling true

purity in life is something to strive for

even if it is just an illusion manifested in our hollow quest for perfection

a silly thing to die for

but we can still find purpose

in the ridiculousness of existence

and this whole situation

so we go out and forget

and then we remember when

and eventually it's time. To forget again

a sitcom called life

get back in line

try again

frustrated as shit we find

nothing but numbness and lies

no feeling

no desire

no shimmer

no shine

no wish to go higher

so what can we do?

Find new ways to walk on the ceiling?

Sure

a change of perspective is always a nice breath of fresh air

but it only lasts until you realize it's all the same only turned around

there is no escape

Everywhere we turn is a prison

whoever came up with this plan:

I hope one day you have to live through it

I hope one day you can understand

I hope one day you get run over by a Buick