Shell

Life is no more than actions after action
With no other meaning then the action itself
We look for guidance and fulfilment in a world that's only void
Pleasures there are plenty, but all of them are fleeting
Where we can we try and latch ourselves to what we think will keep us afloat
Work, love, religion, all and any are good excuses to numb the reality
To blind us to what it is intead of what we need to be
The void fill us, eat us wholes but we try and fight it
Some with ignorance, hiding behind a wall of their own making, thinking that if I don't see it it's not real
Other like me we live continuously on that void trying not to be swallow, but each day is more difficult, each time more desperate
I envy the ignorant ones, they are happy in their own way, they don't care to understand reality, much less to accept it
But for some it is quite impossible to cover our eyes and lie
Life itself it's not worth living, all you will experience it's just a way to t