Where Nothing Matters.

Stopped in a world where nothing matters,

What does it matter anyway?

The world is collapsing,

spontaneity proposing,

new ways of making matter, matter more,

matter makes up the world,

why wouldn't it be so?

Reasons why,

only justify a reason to die,

So go ahead and cry, 

out to those who defy you,

those who claim they can see right through you,

but faux transparency is about as close to me,

as you'll get,

and at that I can bet,

you'll never forget.

The End

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