eventually you will be forgotten.
no one will remember your name,
when the sun sets on eternity.
it seems absurd to me that you
should want it any other way.
it's liberating--to realize that
what you do in life really doesn't
matter.  now don't confuse me
with a nihilist. there's meaning
to life.  My oh my is there meaning,
if you know where to look anyhow.
i'll even tell you where to find it.
go grab a mirror, stare yourself
in the eyes. now say "i am happy when.."
you just thought of something.
be it money, art, sports, the woman you love.
it doesn't matter.
That fire you just saw burning in your eyes
at the remembrance of what you love?
that passion?
that is the meaning of life.
now go live.

What’s with this
Antediluvian Delusion?

While I concede that all men were created equal
You clearly didn’t read the prequel.
You must actualize your potential.

It’s detrimental to a democracy
To be filled with such hypocrisy.

Don’t be proud of who you are
Be proud of who you can be.
However it must be, just me.

This notebook doesn’t care what I have to say
And society ignores what it can’t explain.
I might as well be talking to myself.
As a matter of fact, **I am.

Like Clockwork..
you're predictable.

**It's Timeless.