The undefinable, never seem to fit anywhere.
Cold and rusty
Life goes on.
With people coming in and out like in a shopping mall
Unable to comprehend the meaning,
The sole purpose
Of what it seems
Of what could have been
Never been there
Just to get a single ray of light
Of meaning is
Impossible
Why do I think the way I think? Why is it this way and not that way?
Why do people stop caring?
I do sometimes.
Most of the time
The feeling of ending it all
Is strong and inexplicable
But not inevitable
Your mind controls you
YOU ARE THE MAKER, DON'T EVER FORGET THAT!
