if moving on is an excuse for change
i have nothing to say
a dog eat dog world indeed
one can trust no one
your dearest can fucking murder you
your foe can loan a helping hand
we deceive ourselves to be happy
we plaque our minds with things that are sad
why who where what how?
constantly running through our minds
when i was a kid i asked my mom
'someday, will my beloved wooden table die?'
i think i seek i ponder
ultimately there are no answers to our questions
at the end of the day i swear by following what you believe in
no losing of identity, no propaganda, no conforming bullshit
as usual, nothing makes sense in this post
but someone might be able to understand it
whatever the fuck,
CARPE DIEM!
"Eat, drink and make merry, for tomorrow we die"