What is life about?
If life is about its content and not the length,
I have failed.
A thousand books on philosophy
A thousand books on religion
Only ends with more questions
What a life, what a life.

My misery, my emptiness
Plato says that being lost is just life
A reflection Of the truth.
Perhaps you can feel comforted
To know that you can only gain more
When you lost

All these no longer work on me.
They are lying. They are.
My misery, my emptiness
These are more real than your words