This is my life.
I am an endless stream of the meaningless.
Flowing and pouring out,
Emptying myself into everything.
My purpose has evaporated,
Meandering within the air,
Precipitating into nothing.
This is my life.
I am not happy.
My truthful memoir remains unwritten
And unread.
I am walking toward
Pressing onward for goals that are not my own.
This is my life.
I am not happy.
