I dream
I dream
Of a world of certainty
A world without troubles
A world without hate

I dream
To be the only poet
Who doesn’t die
From this bizarre world
And his bizarre thoughts

To be alive and happy
Knowing all that I know
The little I know

All that I love
Doesn’t exist
I don’t exist
To care

We don’t have true purpose

But that’s okay
Because we don’t exist to care

I don’t want to go insane
I’d rather know nothing

Is it true it will all end


Abruptly?

Or not...