No Reason Kyle Eggleston I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s no reason to be alive. There’s no actual purpose to it. Why should there be a purpose to all this suffering and death. It doesn’t make any sense. There’s no reason for it at all. Step out of the box once in a while and see for yourself there’s nothing to be seen. If there’s nothing to be seen, then there’s nothing to be understood and we are good.
Tapping my fingers
spinning a pencil
staring out a window
waiting
Scribbling notes
drawing doodles
playing a game
waiting
Not sure what it is
that I'm waiting for
something good
I hope
For all the waiting
and wonders that exist
inside my mind
it must cope
So I'll wait
and I'll wonder
what life has in store
until that moment
when I explore
whatever it is
I'm waiting about
and then I'll be
waiting no more
spinning a pencil
staring out a window
waiting
Scribbling notes
drawing doodles
playing a game
waiting
Not sure what it is
that I'm waiting for
something good
I hope
For all the waiting
and wonders that exist
inside my mind
it must cope
So I'll wait
and I'll wonder
what life has in store
until that moment
when I explore
whatever it is
I'm waiting about
and then I'll be
waiting no more
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