Nothing

What if it all is just a big lie?

 

 

 

If there is nothing after you die?

 

 

 

If existence has no purpose?

 

 

 

If Death plays with us in its circus?

 

 

 

If this entire life was useless?

 

 

 

If there is no sense of my muse mess?

 

 

 

Don’t know, if I should live or expire,

 

 

 

Give me rest, it’s my desire.