Oct 2014
I'm far from filling this vacant void,
this depth is undoubtedly nothing,
I'm not anything more than I appear,
in fact I'm much less than what you think.
This empty menu with no orders,
I have no customers to serve,
I'm just a motionless wheel turning,
held in the air with no direction.
this depth is undoubtedly nothing,
I'm not anything more than I appear,
in fact I'm much less than what you think.
This empty menu with no orders,
I have no customers to serve,
I'm just a motionless wheel turning,
held in the air with no direction.
Hunger for understanding, where does it lead to, does anything really matter. What's the point, I often wonder what is the point to any of this, do we really have purpose, does not fate take us to the spirit?
(26/Other/Spiritual Infinity, θεός)
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