There\'s but nonsense in everything.
In everything we seek, but nonsense and little else.
What matter of importance carry the weight of you.
You shield your life away from absolutely nothing.
Hinder your own self the achievement of absolutely everything.
Warmth lingers in tiny bits of your own skin,
positions of touch and moist and lust.
Tiny fragments of your own mind loses itself each and every minute,
cause it\'s importance is nullified by your lack of simple respect for need.
You ignore and push down, ignore and push away
everything you actually need in favour of everything you can\'t fully abuse.
And there it is, you\'ve replaced yourself with a figment of your own illusion,
you hallucinate and think it real.
In a way you\'re sitting in a bathtub,
the water is slowly losing it\'s heat
and you pay it no notice.
Cause the rubber-duckie in your hand is preoccupying your interest.
It\'s squeak is enthralling.
And totally pointless.

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