Wracking up favorites in the dictionary of words I'll never use
All of them so nihilistic, all of everything I do so reflective of me and I'm the last to see it
What am I missing?
I can see where the meaning comes from but not what it is
I'm waiting so patiently to take it's hand, eager to be led under illumination
And I know, I can guess, that doing nothing is a great way to get just that.
But the void in front is relentless, unchanging, still.
And again, I know.
I know, dad.
I'm not doing anything about it
But where do you start with nothing?
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Wracking up favorites in the dictionary of words I'll never use
All of them so nihilistic, all of everything I do so reflective of me and I'm the last to see it
What am I missing?
I can see where the meaning comes from but not what it is
I'm waiting so patiently to take it's hand, eager to be led under illumination
And I know, I can guess, that doing nothing is a great way to get just that.
But the void in front is relentless, unchanging, still.
And again, I know.
I know, dad.
I'm not doing anything about it
But where do you start with nothing?
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