All the ink in the world has dried out and all the papers are yellowed.
Figure out past letters first....
Figure out how the world will end.
I stare into the vastness of the universe and I forget how beautiful it really is.
Today I will not protest, I will not hold up a sign and tolerate being looked down upon.
I will not talk about what is just and what is unjust. Aren't they like what is right and what is wrong? Haven't we agreed that they do not exist?
I shall not take a walk with you and beg you to hold my hand.
I will not be the shoulder you cry upon.
I will not respond to the provocative noise of non-sense imposing itself into my bubble
Figure it out,
and maybe I will still be here.