just a steaming pile of meat
intestines and bones
neatly packed into a sack of skin.
big words
concepts
like love and hate.
both as useless as our blood,
and brain.
why, so desperately
do i want to go mad?
is that the only freedom?
all we have to do is to find someone to love,
and hate.
it is that simple.
it is that impossible.
is the mind the enemy?
it is that irrelevant.
and here we run around, pretending
that we belong.
a heart and shit and bones
in a sack of skin.
none of us belong.
irrelevant.
