writing The world makes no sense, so why should I?

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Nothing is ever true

It matters not of who you are

Nor what you believe

For in the end, the world has not changed

 

I would like to make myself believe

Rather to find a purpose than scour this forsaken place

Attempting, in vain, to stop everything

And in the same, I wish to stop nothing

 

I would rather rejoice of my simpler victory

But, oh what would that be?

The fact that i find life where it doesnt belong?

Or what if it never existed at all?

 

Nothing ever appears to be within reason