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