which, with every contradiction,
simply laughs off the mistake
as though it has proven wrong
that which was previously argued.
it's thoughts are vastly confused,
unorganized, unwilling to accept
intruders into it's safe world;
a world existing only in the mind
of one so chaotically alive,
one losing grip on everything
it has, because change is here.
and now a revolution erupts
and the peaceful little world,
secluded little world, crumbles.
crumbles into an almost nothing,
except nothing does not exist
so it falls to new foundations
upon which a new world -
a much better world - is built.
Labels: existence, life, unfinished
