We cannot measure the nights we have,
Until they're all up,
Each beat of heart could be your last,
And fade you into dust.
So why do we fret over the smallest bauble,
And fight about it all,
Why close our ears when pain is audible,
Not answering the call.
From ashes to ashes we all circulate,
And search for meaning,
This sense of dread we can all relate,
We all have this needing.
So fight nought with your brother,
We are the same flesh,
Embrace the sameness of each other,
Embrace this human mesh.
Nihilism is best thing to happen to me.