What is life? What is reality? Is this a start of song?
Are we living in oblivity (is this a word? it makes perfect sense)
Why are there so many question?
Too little time, too many books. Don't really want to read them all, do I (most of them are boring :D)?
Should any of it make sense, maybe it doesn't? Is that really hard to fathom and comprehend.
This give me no joy, happiness might be fleeting, only inner peace is a guarantee.
Though I wouldn't know, I am not trying to make sense here.
Enough of rambling, lets start rhyming.
The bread is baking
The sea is quaking
I am not punctuating, or am I?
I aint I dont mind
Mind is a palace
cold cold cold so so cold
lets go