We live in an nonsensical world Of Happiness, time and importance.
.. us. we you. we build with clay We time our day and we pray for happiness every night
But all we do is move dirt back and forth
Slaves of soil, rock, and gold of Earth
Our design keeps us and we keep it, delicate and beautiful
illusions of our fancy And aimlessly prancing
For what we are we are not, but what are for isn't for you, us, or we but l a unity without the gravity of purpose,
I, propose no importance, happiness or even time For this couldn't be any more contradictory of infinity.
So she guides us with her soft touch into an endless endeavor of moving the Earth

It's hard to shake her.
She managed to shove her blade descretley, through a weak spot in my armor.
she slid it deep and with a piercing smile,
.. she knew I wasn't even aware.
What does she want with me?
Is it only to conquer the best.
Perhaps she just wants to know she's there.
With a gentle twist, I was bound to her for an eternity. Her eternity

Let us call it bewilderness. That place I can't find. the same place that keeps someone without walls or chains. Perhaps a vast eternity of wandering, a piece of perpetual nothing inside everything.
Mine is yours, I'd be inclined to breathe.
Dark and deeply unfound
A something of nothing where nothing is everything.

One day.
Not yet will be yesterday
Death wont be mourned
Neither will Life
I cannot tell you how this began, and i can only dream the beautiful irony in the midst of the end.