Undeniably,
I feel forlorn,
forever alone
a dead firefly,
a peacock without its feathers,
a tiger without its stripes;
is this where I'm meant to be?
"No focus? No matter!
We're all going to die anyway!"
But if that's the case then why not just kill yourself?
It won't make a difference, would it?
For death is inevitable,
unless you make a deal with the devil,
and who knows if he'll break the deal?
Who knows anything at all?
Am I going to carry my awards or medals when I die?
My wealth, my friends, my love:
these are little tangents to the circle of life,
you are born
and then you die.
Why do anything at all?
Why think about why you feel like this
because at the end of the day
what does it even matter?