To break down to every single solitary detail
Until it becomes nothing at all.
Maybe they say the sky is blue
Just so you can hate it
When it turns pink or gray or black.
And perhaps love is just a word
We use to make ourselves feel whole
When we are as empty as a cage.
As if uncertainty was the only answer
To all of life's concerning questions
As simple as could be.
Up and down and left and right
Inside out and outside in
Just as confused as we began.
Always wandering so desperately
Lost on the outskirts of reality
As quick as death should be.
Well strong the mind
So weak the heart
You chose the end
Right from the start.
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