I see our existence
For what it is:
A lonely world, filled
With lonely kids,
Somehow still pretending
They can fix
Inevitability.
There's nothing I can say
To help you.
And there's nothing said
To help me.
You'll be well on your way,
Once we're through.
I wonder what's the issue?
Life goes on, when we're gone;
Our thoughts and dreams mean
Little.
If you think of how you've wronged,
You'll find yourself deserving.
There's nothing to be but swearing,
Nothing to gain but gaining.
Prepare to lose a remainder,
Only for others to choose the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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