Another week fades by.
Another month, with no question why.
Months to years
Years to centuries
Literal ages pass me by
No questions. No emotions. No reason why.
I feel these things inside.
But that\'s even a lie because feelings aren\'t real and everything dies.
Which begs.....why?
What is our existence?
Is it to never give up and stay persistent?
But I\'m not an insect which makes me suspect
There\'s a reason why
This busted system seems to work flawlessly
Steadily and readily killing the world emotionally
When everything is fake is fake the reality
Or is reality fake.
Questions. Why.
Even earth seems to continue her sombre dance not knowing the sky.
Is the answer the unanswered question. The answer in question is depression. Is depression the result of the unanswered question?......
is it all a lie?...or is this why?