Life? What is it you ask?
No one really knows. I mean whats the point?
To have fun?
To go to school your First quarter and then spend your next three working?
Is there a lesson to be learned?
Or are you Just waiting your whole life for the afterlife?
What if this is the afterlife?
What if we just keep reseting every time we die, just forgetting what happened in our previous life.
The world will never know, but there has to be curiosity in ones life, am I right?

The world falls apart at the fringes.
Reset. Bright light. Mind wipe.
Later, some time much later.
I have forgotten it all.
Only to remember.
A cycle of breaking amd mending.
A cycle of failing and reseting.
The rumble of worlds turn over,
More times than I'd know.
I feel the tremors, delusions or not.
But the heart of this problem.
The meat of it all.
Is this ****** door.
It's weathered, worn,
But resistant to time and change.
Beneath the creases of its ironwood,
Darkness screams forward.
Calling, crawling closer to me.
Later, some time later.
I remember, I open the door.
The Pandora's Box of mind.
My world crumbles, white blind,
Reset.