irrelevant

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.