condescending tone
like a mother to a child
free of emotion

Someone once told me
that life is a given
that we were put here
hollow and fruitless
to only exist like dust

I argued against this
saying life is ambiguous
that we were put here
for some dialectic reason
that is bigger than us

In the end we agreed
these were both legitimate
that we were put here
no greater than dust
to achieve our finality

Is love simply a feeling
or just some sick trick
formed by the creator
so we would all give a ****

Thoughts flutter through my mind
and nest in the holes of my memory
I don't get to choose where they go
but whether or not I find them

I wish there were more
wandering the empty halls
more of me to give

Life is not an unending journey
Life is a game
a definite start
an unavoidable ending
A game we were meant to lose