I feel like Bob in the Rain
There is no Lizard of Hope
I'm gone
From my body at least
I appear here now
But my body has no mind
No moral compass
It operates without me
My mind is in this writing
It's in the unconscious decisions
"I hate it when I know and I don't know.
Same time"
It all was a game
It isn't as if I was ever unaware
I always knew
The magnitude is different
Every time, I give up on humanity
And every time, I somehow find hope
This time certainly seems different
It's the end of something.