Meaningfulness
Is nothing more than the blue print of an idea
Gaze through angst and despair
Or lack thereof,
And we pretend like something's there.
The agony!
Born in the dark,
And cursed to be free
Do words we don't define
Cease to exist, and float in the air?
I've lost all faith that there's a heart inside my chest
'Cause when you truly give your all, there's nothing left
Existence precedes
Any role I could define
She whispered that sometimes just being is more than
I ever could hope for
Just keep doing nothing.
I promise you dearest,
Just being is more than I ever could hope for.
Just keeping doing nothing.

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